Romans & histoires Pathological Obsession

She becomes more angry . She remembers yesterday his face covered with blood.other people was right he was a devil.If she didnt obey him will he also kill her? She becomes afraid and slips a litttle back from his grip. How can there be someone who kills without blinking his eye. Didnt he think about his family ? .

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

RIO POV “I thought you don’t let anyone into this room.” I mention when Dante leads me into his dark office. “Or have you finally gotten over your weird kink of not letting people touch your things?” Growing up, Dante had this weird possessiveness over his stuff, that he never let anyone, not even our mother nor Nonna, into his room, to the extent that he cleaned the room by himself. I strongly believed that he had killed people in there, since it was the only soundproof room in the house.

His chest felt tight, a knot of anxiety twisting with each beat of hisheart. His hands trembled, the tremors betraying the turmoil inside. His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent.

Waiting. John stared at the walls his face pale. She never stopped. Even after everything. She had files on every child. Every move we made. This is how the nightmares started. She or someone working with her has been feeding information to scare Hope. I touched one of the photos of our daughter. We end this now John. We take all of this. We burn it if we have to. The past does not get to touch our children anymore. He nodded and started gathering the files. You are right. We face it completely. No more hiding. No more letting the obsession control our lives. For Hope. For the new baby. For Mia and the life she is building.

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "

She was too nice to be a beast. “Cassie…..?” I heard her heavenly voice call me out of my thinking state. I shook my head vigorously then robbed my red eyes. My eyes were open when I fell into the pool of water which made them red. I gave her my complete attention. “I know what you saw was hideous,it looked like those kinds of things you see in nightmares and pray to never see them. Yes I won’t lie to you,i am dangerous,I am a beast and a wild animal but I still have humanity” her voice and words made tears run down my eyes she herself said these words not about another person but about herself.

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

"You heard me plain, Marco. If this pathological fixation is to be broken - if any hope remains of restoring your superiority and freeing your spirit from her relentless torment - you'll need to embrace your obsession with the Dupont woman. Court her, consume her...or be forever consumed in turn by this madness you've brought upon yourself." For once, I am utterly without words. My lips work up and down like a gasping fish as I struggle to process his profane prescription. This is...this is insanity. LunThe lunacy is the most debased, heretical variety! Yet even as I scramble for every fiber of indignant rejection, a small terrified voice calls out from the most shadowed recesses of my psych

Business associates reported erratic behavior, sudden mood swings, an inability to engage with important decisions because his attention was elsewhere. "He's made four more serious business errors this week alone," Rachel reported. "Decisions he would have never made if he was thinking clearly. His obsession with you is literally destroying what's left of his empire." "And the more it crumbles, the more he fixates on me as the solution," I said, understanding the psychology at play. "He thinks if he can just reclaim me, if he can just possess me again, somehow everything else will fall back into place." "Classic obsessive thinking," Rachel agreed. "He's built you up in his mind as this ultim