Pathological Obsession Novels & Stories

His breathing has changed. Subtle, but I notice. I noticed a lot about this son of a bitch. The way his pupils are slightly dilated. The tension in his shoulders that has nothing to do with anger. I know that look. I’ve seen it before, on other men, in darker places than hospital scrub rooms. “You know what your problem is, Morozov?” I ask, voice dropping lower. “I’m sure you’re about to tell me.” “Your problem is that you think obsession looks like competition.” I tilt my head, studying him. “But I’ve seen the difference. I know what it looks like when someone can’t stop watching. Can’t stop finding excuses to be in the same room. Can’t stop—”

Daniel walked into the room and he couldn't figure out what was going on with him. He couldn't put his finger on it and it frustrated him. He paced the room, feeling restless and agitated. In a fit of anger, he slammed his hand on the expensive glass table and made his way to the mirror. He stared at his reflection, trying to make sense of what he was feeling. "This is not like me. What is happening? I don't understand." He said as he shrugged his shoulders. Daniel grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, but still, he couldn't get hold of himself.

"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!”

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.

Sarah said and Emma nodded. "I know Sarah but I can't fall into the risk of getting pregnant especially by him! No way Sarah. Don't worry everything's going to be fine. I just want him to set his eyes on someone else and then he might forget me" Emma could only hope but she was clearly wrong as she was his passion. His obsession. His drug and his will to live. Without her in his life, Damien wouldn't be able to bear it and might hurt everyone around him.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.