Psychotic Obsession Novels & Stories

How badly i want the world to perish now ! Im sure on only one thing.he will make me get admitted in mental asylum very soon !!. Its 8.45. I just came out of the shower which did nothing soothing to my nervousness today..I absent mindedly took the churidhar which is placed on top of my cupboard..I got ready and headed out to face the hell of my life..Im in no mood to take my breakfast today..im in no mood to do anything actually..I wanted to go to an island faraway from everyone where I can live my life peacefully with no one to boss me around ..Please god ! Grand me this wish..i will be forever faithful.

Natasha complaint. "I'm trying." Maya replied but she wasn't really trying, not even a little. "Natasha, that man has spent years obsessed with you." Maya said and Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Allegedly.... we are not confirm about that either." Natasha said and Maya rolled her eyes. "Sure. Allegedly." Natasha crossed her arms."Then where is he?" That question finally wiped the smile from Maya's face and athoughtful expression replaced it and suddenly she sat upright. "Wait."

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.

He stared at the bugging device in his hand. Why is he obsessed with me so much? He wondered. Just why? This obsession is just too much. He thinks my whole body is his…as if he owns me… could it be that he is in… no… psychopaths aren't capable of that. And no one treats someone they're in love with in the manner he treats me. But which personality of his is obsessed with me? His nice personality? Or the psychopathic one? The terrifying one I saw yesterday? Or all the three of them? He sighed, threw out the bugging device on the road and started the car.

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

Alex knew what she was doing, he made her lean more into him. He smiled in contentment when he saw that his baby sat comfortably on his lap, leaning toward him. Alex knew he was addicted to this angel. He grew even more worrying sick obsession with her. He knew and he didn’t care. She is the one he wants and no one, absolutely no one can stop him from his sick game right now. Once this delicate angel back to his arm completely. He will never let her leave him again. He will cage her, chain her to his bed if she ever dare to run away.

Or focus my gaze on your bright eyes and forget about the world. My idea to try to forget all this and leave it in the past was to sink even deeper into work. This will cause me a future problem, I'm feeling it, but I can't escape it. It has become a vicious cycle. I think about her, I work more. I see her, I work more. Furthermore, I smell you, I work harder. There is no human being in the world who can handle huge doses of stress in a row and doesn't freak out.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

As his anger boiled, he forgot everything else, every other thing that matters as the only thoughts In his mind were. Kill that b@astard!! It was so surreal as West watched her knight in dark and scary amor... Lincoln was so tall in the small room, his eyes had deepened a lot as he stood coldly... Like a god, in slow motion, he raised his foot and took a step towards Shawn, every step he took... Doom speaks! He didn't look West's way as to him, his mind had captured Shawn and he wouldn't be able to rest if he didn't finish him....

“Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?” Maya added, more cautiously, “Yeah, Reinna. You said he’s possessive. That’s a red flag. Does he love you, or does he just love the control and the amazing sex you give him? Because if he was fighting it so hard, maybe he’s still fighting the idea of falling in love with his step-sister, and the love he confessed is really just the crazy lust.” The words hit me like a physical punch. I felt all the blood drain from my face.