Spencer Knight Ocd Novels & Stories

"He would. Without thinking twice. And then he'd hurt everyone you care about too. Your friend Sloane. Everyone." My blood turned cold. "He wouldn't..." "He would." Silas's voice was firm. "Kieran's obsession with you didn't just start. It's been going on for years. Long before he took you. I've watched it happen. I've tried to stop it. Nothing worked." "Years?" I whispered. "What do you mean years?" "He's been watching you for a long time," Silas said quiet. "Learning everything about you. Where you go. Who your friends are. This wasn't some quick decision. He planned this. For a long time."

Jameson second her announcement. “She shouldn’t be out yet,” Devin mumbled ever so softly that I might have misheard him. “What?” I inquired. Devin sighed, “she suffers from OCD. I’ve been paying for her treatment in Italy for three years now.” All three of us were staring at Devin as if he grew two heads as he continued. “I know she did horrible things to me and you, Ren but she’s not well. She needs help and I’m the only one who can do that for her.”

"I heard that she had a good voice. Now I understand why Wendy was so obsessed with killing her. I think she wasn't only obsessed with her husband, but look—she even spoke Keira's name in her sleep." "Are you—" Kennedy scowled at him. "I'm a psychiatrist," he chuckled. "Her obsessive behavior includes Keira Del Carlo. She needs to be locked away for a long time and, at the same time, given work that will distract her from thinking of those two. No medication can help her. If she only lets go and accepts the facts, she might finally have peace of mind and leave her fantasy." "Doctor Gray," Kennedy rubbed his head. "What should I do? We tried everything, but she should be dead or locked away."

But he'd fasten himself the cheap cufflinks from Fiona, then stand at the mirror straightening his cuffs. He couldn't stand anyone touching his things. Even when I was shivering, he wouldn't lend me his coat. But one word from Fiona about being cold, and he'd take off his own scarf and drape it over her. Seven years of therapists never cured Elio's OCD. Then Fiona showed up, and overnight it was gone. But I was the one who was his wife. His Donna. "Why don't I call the Don, have him tell you himself." She was already dialing as she said it.

Is that Kash guy the reason why Spencer drowned himself in the alcohol? I bet this Kash guy was really special to Spencer. I wonder what he does to Spencer to make him like this? Not to mention the things I did to him. He must have really hurt him. I have only known Kash in my entire life. His name is Kashton. He is not a friend but he’s my brother. I just hope that Spencer didn’t date Kashton Reid. “Don’t leave me,” I heard Spencer whisper in my ear and I didn’t bother to remove myself from him. I just laid down beside him for him to calm down. I hope he won’t see me tomorrow next to him. On the same bed.

"Do you think your attempt to incite me will work?" Colette panicked. She stood up and said, "Do you know about Ronald Spencer? If you don't know him, then how about the Spencer family who were formerly the richest family in Danube City? Because Ronald had lusted after Victoria, when he was in the police station, he was raped by a man with AIDS. "He too was infected with AIDS. It was a major scandal. The Spencer family dared not take revenge, but ultimately, it led to their downfall. Ronald just recently died a horrendous death on the streets."

He said as if he is so obsessed. And it's so true Damien has a mental illness called OCD ( Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) in which sometimes he performs his thought repeatedly like hand washing or sometimes locking his door at home or either at his office. And he hides it from everyone and only his family knows it, even from his friend John. When he's at his office his employees assume that it was usual for him to do that. They didn’t know it is about his illness.

I was sure Axel would think that way, without all his work supplies, Nate would never leave and stay home with him. Poor my little one, still suffered for having detached from us for days and, even if it was quieter, I saw that sometimes he had obsessions and small tics. Like when at least after a bunch of hours I had to call Nate and he had to talk to him absolutely otherwise he would go crazy, or like when he had to know for sure where I was so he could always keep an eye on me. I was just hoping it wouldn’t get worse over time, and it wouldn’t show OCD, but I had my doubts.

Jameson must have major trust issues after this. Half the pack members ran down to congratulate him, the others headed out. Instead of heading down there, I went back to the cart. He needed to have this moment, and my mind was racing with what I could do for him. As I walked out of the stadium, I saw a very discouraged Spencer sitting against the building, refusing medical attention. “I don’t need it!” He yelled out of anger. Walking over to him, I went to kneel down but I had second thoughts. He saw this and quickly stood up.

Like a victim. The performance was flawless. I almost admired it. Almost. Spencer muted the television. The room instantly fell silent. I couldn’t stop staring at the screen. At the lie. At how quickly it had spread. Just hours ago I’d been buying books. Now the media was discussing whether I’d assaulted someone. A shaky laugh escaped me. “What the hell is happening?” Spencer didn’t answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the television. There was something dangerous in his expression now.