Sentence Of Obsession Novels & Stories

Antonio asked with concern laced in his voice. “Rex, Rex visited me; he wants to kill Jaylen; wait, how many roads are there to court?” I asked the question that crossed my mind. “Starting from the mountain road, there is only one straight road to court, and everyone must pass there as far as you are going to court,” I'm fucked up. I screamed as tears rushed out of my eyes, “Can’t we postpone the court hearing?” “That's impossible; the hearing is you vs. the state, so you have to show up,” Antonio looked at his watch, “It's almost time, Warde,n; get the bus ready so we can leave.”

He thumb stops mid caress and I can feel his gaze running over me in confusion and judgement, “Obessed? Um…no.” I feel like I am freezing, like he just said the best and worst that I have ever heard. I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “Alston, I’ve been thinking a lot about us, and I’ve realized something. I want someone who is obsessed with me.” Alston's expression shifts from confusion to concern, his brows furrowing slightly as he processes my words. I can sense the tension in the air, thick and suffocating as I wait for his response.

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?”

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

Third person Jeremy was seated by the side of Lenas bed holding her hand in his, he had refused to take his eyes off of her the entire time. “Are you sure there is nothing that can be done??” Black asked the specialist. He stared at the state of his son,he understood exactly what he felt as he had been in such a state before, he had almost lost his mind but there was Jeremy who was standing strong for the love of his life waiting for her. “All the tests prove she is healthy, nothing seems to be wrong with her,I have even consulted Magic but instead it rebounded as you can see I might be caused” the specialist explained.

I continued to express my emotions, taking it all out. “Just looking at you made my day. I felt I couldn't be much happier. I am so lucky to have you as my wife. I couldn't ask for more when I have you.” Grinning, I whispered. “I know You are tired of this game of obsession, aren't you? But, Don't you think that obsession is also a form of love? That I am crazy and obsessed with my Love? Don't you get it? You are my Eternal Obsession. Even the universe cannot take you away from me and me away from you. I am made for you and you for me. We both are each other's obsession. That's what we are. Different from others. That's why there's no couple like us.”

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

“Because the men are watching. They’re not blind. You forget numbers, dates, deals you think they don’t notice?” I stood so fast the chair scraped back. My palms pressed into the desk, leaning over him. “You got something to say, say it.” He didn’t flinch. That’s why I keep him. “You’re obsessed,” he said blunt. “With her. And it’s ruining your focus. You never used to miss a detail. Now you’re missing everything.” My breath hissed through my teeth. For a second, all I saw was red—the kind that fills your vision before you put a bullet in someone’s skull. My hand tightened on the edge of the desk. The veins in my arm stood out like cords.