Signs Of An Obsession Novels & Stories

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.

he spoke, calling her attention" I feel observed. It's like someone is watching me from afar. It's a strange feeling. My friend frowns and turns in her chair to look around the place. "Are you sure?"She turns her attention to me and then looks around for signs of something. "I think you're a little paranoid."I don't see anyone. "I know you're beautiful and you attract a lot of attention, but I don't think someone is watching you. We both laugh. Maybe yes, I'm just paranoid " You're right" I sigh "I'm somewhat paranoid, but nothing to worry about.

"Suppose something happened and I wound up stuck in a cabin overnight with Lisa or Kate, or both of them, I wouldn't want any of you to worry about me, to wonder if I'm safe to be with. I want absolute trust from all of you. You teasing and flirting with me is great. Crossing the line by me touching one of you will eventually ruin that trust. I can't be the aggressor. I love when Kate or Lisa wraps their arms around me and kisses me. Notice that I never initiate a kiss or touch them inappropriately, at least until just now. It may sound weird, but you should be able to be naked and climb all over me without any attempts on my part to take advantage of you. I will take advantage of Gwen, if s

Lincoln said nonchalantly but within him,he had series of plans for that bastard who harassed his little Wife. He couldn't be anything worst but when possessiveness has been added to the topic,yeah.... He was possessive of anything that belongs to him,even the things he cared less about,he wouldn't want any other person to temper with it. Not under his watch. West turn to head to her room when she suddenly remembered and turn to look at Lincoln again. "Lin..." Lincoln who was about to leave,turn to look at her with a questioning gaze,his lips tinted up in a smile that was of mischief.

He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

"Grandma, I don't mind you making friends, but this guy is trouble. Stop treating him like a friend. "He's deliberately getting close to you. With a few lies, how can you accurately judge his true intentions?" Joey's voice carried a sense of frustration. It seemed Caleb had been here for a while, snooping and digging into everything about her.

should I be worried? Should I inform Amber about it?". "Hmm", I said. "indeed, obsession will make you do crazy things".

His breathing has changed. Subtle, but I notice. I noticed a lot about this son of a bitch. The way his pupils are slightly dilated. The tension in his shoulders that has nothing to do with anger. I know that look. I’ve seen it before, on other men, in darker places than hospital scrub rooms. “You know what your problem is, Morozov?” I ask, voice dropping lower. “I’m sure you’re about to tell me.” “Your problem is that you think obsession looks like competition.” I tilt my head, studying him. “But I’ve seen the difference. I know what it looks like when someone can’t stop watching. Can’t stop finding excuses to be in the same room. Can’t stop—”