Pathological Obsession Novels & Stories

As Alejandro left the lab, he couldn't shake off the words Stacey had said, which kept echoing in his mind: "This situation usually occur when a man is deeply obsessed with a woman. Obsession is the main cause of what happened to you, boss. You couldn't stop thinking about that lady, and it resulted into what transpired between you and Blade." As he walked down the hallway, Alejandro couldn't help but question himself. "Could I really be obsessed with Marisa?" he wondered. "No, it doesn't make sense. I can't be obsessed with someone I only had a brief encounter with." But a nagging voice in his head contradicted him, whispering, "Yes, you are obsessed with her." Alejandro argued back, saying

His high pitched maniacal giggles occasionally filled the air in a pealing tone. Bernard’s mind was running in a chaotic loop of unhinged, delusionary, obsessive images that all ended with him doing unimaginable grotesque things that had pleasure running through him like he hadn’t felt since his first kill. The euphoric feeling rushed through him until he could no longer contain himself. He dumped the pictures all over a table in front of the couch. Threw every picture that wasn’t the woman that reminded him of his failure to break her on the floor. As he stood staring at her picture he began to unbuckle his belt. His member was hard at the images that filled his mind. He would do to this

It included— Classical possession: (where a demon takes over a person's body, controlling them like a puppet). Obsessive possession: (creating recurring disturbing thoughts, causing suicidal ideation). External possession: (where physical pain is caused to the subject, though they remain conscious). And finally, and most importantly, Oppressive possession:

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

I sigh and turn to face my vacant bedside. She had to be by my side, but I had to wait. I promised to be patient, but fuck you, man. My therapist would definitely call me an obsessed son of a bitch if he saw me right now. However, he wouldn't be incorrect, and my addiction wouldn't be helped by any number of journal entries or meaningless letters. Yes, it is what it seems to be—an obsession. I'm completely, totally sucked into Via Rosalind Hawthorne. I made an attempt to avoid her, but I couldn't. My pals too failed miserably even though they believed they could accomplish the same.

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

His obsession was real. Every terrifying, unhealthy part of it.

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

high, I see don't get what he means by high, but whatever he says, I know I need to follow him. "and pls cover-up," he throws cloth at me, he must be very nice, I smile as I put on the clothes "that is a beautiful necklace," he say, I look down my naked, I didn't notice it, Alba has given me this necklace, the pendant is white crystal, is a holy necklace, the pendant will get black if I indulge in any evil things of the world, example, killing, sexual intercourse with human and many more, and if the pendant turns black it means, I'm a fallen angel and I will never be able to return to heaven, I shirk at the thought of it.