Sentence With Obsession Novels & Stories

Then he changed the subject. "How much time are you spending on the investigation?" I looked at him. He never asked about the investigation. I was the one who started it, because he handled the investigation. "What do you mean?" I looked at him. "Exactly what I said. You're in meetings all day. You're on the phone with Maya constantly. You're not sleeping." "I'm fine." I said, casually. "You're not fine. You're obsessed." I stared at him. "Someone threatened my son, Ethan. Someone took a picture of him at school. Someone followed him to his new school. I'm not obsessed. I'm trying to keep him safe."

Liam chimed in. Tony's face brightened. "You two grow taller every time I blink." They laughed and ran to their room. The living room had the scent of her latest fragrance experiments. Tony stayed calm— eyes closed inhaling the fragrance. Tony leaned forward slightly, like he was weighed down with something. "Audrey... there's something I want to let you know." She looked at him, tense and curious. "Go ahead." He sighed, rubbing his neck. "I...I....I think I like someone. But before going further. I just need to know and be sure I'm not stepping on any emotions you might have for me."

Or just some kind of plain, creepy obsession? _______________ ______________________

I say cautiously, “then good for him. He deserves to be happy. All he ever does is work.” “An obsession?” Star asks, tilting her head toward Sasha. Her question hangs in the air, her tone pressing for more. “Yes,” Sasha snaps, her eyes flashing with something I can’t quite place. “An obsession. That thing where you fixate on someone or something, obsess over it, let it consume you until it destroys your entire life. That kind of obsession.” Her laugh rings out, sharp and humorless, like she’s sharing some inside joke that only she understands. But beneath it, there’s something darker—jealousy. It’s faint, but it’s there, simmering just below the surface.

Jennifer, who was only a year younger than Vicky, had experienced no less than Vicky over the years. Seeing Vicky's interest in the topic, Jennifer spoke up, "Anthony's mother told me that most obsessions aren't from true emotions, but rather a person's deeply ingrained principles. Some people have a strong obsession with certain things, which may be due to experiencing something profound that contradicts their beliefs."

“I… I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” His hands went to my waist, pulling me close. “Good,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “Because I’m obsessed with you. Completely. And I will show you exactly what that obsession means tonight.” Back at the penthouse, we didn’t wait. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper became a battle of possession and surrender. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, burned into me with the intensity of his obsession. I responded in kind, trembling under his control, craving every moment, every edge of danger and desire.

Jayden whispered with a deadly smirk in his lips. "Obsession is intoxicating. It seems sweet at first but you won't even realize when it slowly will take over your life. " Kindly Do Vote and give reviews! Chapter will be updated soon.

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."

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

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.