Signs Of An Obsession Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

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.

Freddie answered. "It means?" "There is like just like. There is something that leads to obsession. There is love that is love. And there is love that is based on obsession. So which like and love do you mean?" Abigail frowned. "Mm... a kind of like where our heart beats faster than usual when we see that person. Then we wish we could keep seeing him. Waiting for his message; who knows when it will come in? Or beating just by getting a greeting from him?"

Now he had to rely on something else to keep the one he loved beside him. Even by force. Even if that meant binding them with a magical contract. Even if that meant placing chains around their neck. Even if that meant locking every door and every window. So tell me, dear reader... If you were the one who had been wronged, would you forgive the one who hurt you... Even if they loved you? Even if they were willing to literally die if you asked them to? Would you accept becoming the victim of their obsession... Their possessiveness... Their twisted love?

"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

Obsession doesn’t announce itself with sirens. It seeps in quietly, like water under a locked door, until the floor you stand on warps and bends beneath you. For Rose, it began with little things. A text at odd hours, not of endearment but of command. Don’t go in tonight. Meet me instead. Wear the black dress.

" Tina asked. She can't help but feel a rush within her. Is she going to suggest that they talk him into finding a woman or letting the past go? She's ok for the later option but not the former. Jordan can only get involved with her, no, not her she meant someone like her at least. "He's heart was wounded when he lost his love. That wounded heart can only get cured by finding love again. What I mean is this. A woman like you and I have made him obsessed, it is only someone like us that can help him out of that obsession. Do you agree with me?" Isabella asked. Tina nodded. Isabella is speaking in idioms. She hadn't really said what she wanted. She's beating around the bush.

“Why the fidgeting?” He rubs at his jawline. “I have an attention issue and get distracted. A bird that flies by the window, someone coughing, you—especially you. Doesn’t mean I’m not smart. It just takes me a while to take it all in.” He taps one of the pens on his desk. Especially you. “ADD?” I’ve read enough to know a little about it. “Technically, ADHD, but I don’t jive with putting a label on it.”

Cursing my stars I continued to search for an auto. With a sudden break , a car came to an halt near the bus stop ..All heads turned automatically to that car..as I was busy catching the auto,I paid least attention to it.I'm still wandering trying to stop every passing autos ..when I saw an auto without passengers I almost ran to stop that auto. But in my Hurry I bumped onto someone..mumbling a quick sorry I passed that person and fled to catch that auto. But that auto speeded In a second. .."stupid..is he flying a flight ? Why this much speed man ? " I vent out my frustation on that poor man in my mind...While I was busy cursing that poor man on my mind, I noted someone's gaze on me. ..

He was the one letting me do as I pleased. Possessive and dominating. This intensity should have made me scared. His obsession should have turned on every alarm in my head but it fucking didn't. My core clenched and cried more, begging for something forbidden. I craved more, I needed more than just the sparks from his lips. More than just his tongue teasing my tongue like he was fucking my mouth. I needed to be touched I wanted him to show me how only he could make me undone in ways no one can. His obsession wasn’t my burden; it was my favourite sin. The one I returned to every time I swore I’d quit