Novel & Cerita Sentence Of Obsession

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

He has been sitting here for over an hour turning things over in the specific way he turns things over, which is directly and without softening the edges, because that is how he thinks about everything and he is not going to stop doing it because the thing he's thinking about is uncomfortable. He has known obsession since before he had a name for it. He had looked at it early and called it what it was and never flinched from the truth of it. He was obsessed with her. That had been clear and simple. He'd filed it correctly and kept going. He had known possession the same way. She was his. He'd been certain of that before he had any reasonable basis to act on it, before she had any reason to a

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

a pause, and I felt this moment through the bones of my dreaming self, felt the weight of it settling into something permanent, “—is obsession. That’s what this is. Obsession. And obsession dressed in the right words still kills people.” For a long moment James looked at the person I had been, and something moved through his expression that was genuine and painful and completely insufficient for what had been done. “I don’t mind,” he said finally, “if it’s an obsession.” The me-who-wasn’t-me went very still.

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.

"Arzal will never kill you, at any cost but he is capable of killing each and every person you loved and cared about," More tears filled into her eyes because it was true but why? Why her? "But why? Why me?" She screamed at him. "Because he has become obsessed with you and his obsession for you knows no boundaries and limits of sanity," Her soul froze. Her heartbeat dropped. Nicklaus walked towards her and then gazed into her teary blue eyes. "You have become His Forbidden Obsession. A kind of obsession for which he is capable of killing his own self and any other human too," Nicklaus uttered

Tyler used his meek tone to explain, since his boss was getting confused. “That's fine, get them ready now. Once I get down from here, we will be going… “ Damon replied while already moving some steps away from Tyler. “Noted sir” Tyler replied and headed his way. ***************** An op could be seen as he screamed… “Wow! Lower! Lower!!…”

a hint of worry as if she was afraid of making a mistake. Damn it, Clara never made any mistakes when it came to sex, and Lucas swore there was no woman as good as her at it. She is not just a wild desire in his mind. Clara is something... that he could never explain in words. He feels a tremendous obsession with her, and he realizes its deadly influence, something that could potentially endanger him. But, yes. This is what is happening. He can't stop himself. And he will continue to pursue what he desires until... he feels tired of everything and starts letting go of Clara.

And I was ready to exploit every flaw in his obsession. Mark paused near the desk, scanning the files and hidden drives. His obsession flared visibly—a subtle twitch in his jaw, the intensity of his gaze sharpening. He reached for one of the drives, but didn’t touch it. “These are mine,” he said, voice low, predatory. “Every secret, every file, every shadow of your past… mine.” “Yes,” I said, calm, steady. “Yours.” He stepped closer, circling slowly like a predator assessing prey. “Do you understand what obedience means, Jessy? That knowledge without permission is dangerous?”