Signs Of An Obsession นิยาย & เรื่องราว

~~~~~~~~~~Zayn~~~~~~~~ After I ended the call, I slumped on my bed and closed my eyes. I swear I didn’t want to kiss her but I just couldn’t hold myself. She is too pretty and the aura surrounding her was just too hard to resist. But it looks like she didn’t want to see me again but I want to keep seeing her everyday. Her smile, her fragrance, her curvy body, her beautiful skin. I wanted to keep seeing her and hopefully touching her, I was already obsessing over her and it was not good. I was going against the doctrines of the church and was already committing a sacrilegious act. Lusting after a woman when I was supposed to be chaste and holy.

What do you think. Hope smiled a little through her tears. With a princess flag on top. Yes with the biggest princess flag he promised. Now close your eyes sweetheart. We are right here. We stayed with her for over an hour talking softly about happy things. Beach days and ice cream and the new baby brother coming soon. Slowly her breathing evened out and she fell back asleep between us. I looked across at John in the dim light. This is not just nightmares John I whispered. Someone is putting these ideas in her head. The obsession is reaching for the next generation. We cannot ignore it anymore.

Instead, it had turned waiting into its own quiet affliction, and I had never been a man who counted time this way, not for a person, not for anticipation that lived too close to hope. And yet by Thursday, I could have told you exactly how many candles had burned down in the side chapel since she left, the numbers of masses I had stood through without seeing her in the third pew on the right. How many times my gaze had moved to the church doors before I'd caught myself. I had become observant in all the wrong directions, and I knew, better than most, that observation left unchecked was only ever the first step toward something worse. (Obsession)That was the word I refused to use — even in si

Or because of the hatred in her eyes? "Now she won't forget her place. She will realize that she is nothing more than a mere distraction to me" he assured himself but then again his mind went to that wallflower. She felt beautiful and right under him. Earlier it was just a lust but now after getting her this close, that feeling turned into something stronger. Kind of obsession. He wants her under him. He wants to kiss her one more time. What kind of spell did she put on him that made him go crazy over her?. Even he couldn't stop himself, that much crazy he was for her. He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •

Not like now, where I can’t replay his images of him in my head. I walk out the door not forgetting to delete my Reddit account. It's better to forget it all. I'm driving home but those words still echo in my mind. “Never get obsessed again, son. Don’t get caught.” Aunt Sarah had made sure she ingrained those words into my head and those very words have been my mantra for years. I should take a step back, because, holy fuck, this whole obsession thing is new. I didn’t know I could be this hyperfixated on a person until it becomes a noose that’s getting tighter around my throat with each passing day.

immediately the order was given Maverick obeyed and stopped the car. Jeremy came out of the car and walked to the poster. The picture on the poster sent a shiver down his spine. For the first time Jeremy was scared. He felt an emptiness in his heart as it began to reach,his wolf began to bang the gate of his humanity. Jeremy wasn’t ready to lose himself to his beat. Jeremy holds himself back from unleashing his beast. In the poster was a picture of Lena and Mason.Jeremy stared at it for a while before he saw the cash reward for anyone who found them.

"It can also be linked to mental illness." "Are there any physical signs that someone could be obsessed?" he pressed. "Like the strange, rapid and loud thumping of the heart. The loss in concentration. Sleepless nights. Clinginess. Hallucinations," he rushed every word. My throat tightened. "I... I really don't know." He let out a heavy breath. "What is addiction?" he dropped another question. "I think addiction is a state where one is so immersed into doing something. More like a habit, totally pushing every other thing aside."

Maya's POV People always assume obsession begins loudly they imagine madness appearing overnight and turning ordinary people cruel in a single moment but the truth is uglier because obsession grows quietly. It starts with wanting to be chosen then wanting to matter and then wanting somebody to look at you the way they look at someone else and eventually wanting turns into needing and somewhere between need and desperation you stop recognizing yourself.

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "