Strange Obsession Novels & Stories

, Shaurya finished his speech and saw how horrible Chase's expressions were. "Chasey, think properly. You are only infatuated by Nishu. You have to find out What exactly you feel for her. What is this feeling called? You have a very strong Obsessiveness of attraction for her. And you know that this type of strong Obsessiveness usually does not last long and makes people unable to think about anything else. You are one of those types of people", Shaurya pulled the last strings of Chase's hidden obsession. Shaurya mentally smirked and Chase instantly ran out of his cabin.

He chose to remain silent all through as he bore his eyes on hers, sending a thousand messages through the eye contact, he didn't know how to refute her words but he was sure he felt some strange things for West which he knew was this weird thing everybody calls "Love" "In as much as I feel guilty for what I did and I still do but don't fucking tell me we mean nothing to each other...To hell with that barbaric statement, it's utter nonsense, rubbish" Lincoln could finally let out, West subconsciously swallowed hard In nervousness when seeing that deadly look in Lincoln's eyes. He seemed to be holding onto his last straw of patience, he knew within himself that nobody had ever and was never g

He said in his deep chilly voice which made her whole body shiver. Alice was shocked. She could not understand what he was saying to her. "Ob-Obsession?" She asked. "Hmmm. Do you know what this is?" He asked. "W-What is this?" Dylan caressed her lips and replied, "I can not explain to you." Alice was very confused. What was an obsession? It was a strange word for her. She didn't hear any particulars about it before. All she knew was, obsession meant habit or one kind of addiction.

Faith’s POV: I couldn’t help but be drawn to him. His eyes—intense, calculating—traced every inch of my face as if he were studying me, trying to unravel some hidden truth I didn’t even know about myself. There was something almost magnetic about his gaze. And for reasons I couldn’t quite understand, I felt an odd pull, an invisible thread tugging me toward him. "Who is he?" The words left my mouth before I could stop them, my voice soft, as if I were entranced by the stranger’s presence. My gaze didn’t leave his eyes, those dark, mysterious depths that held secrets—too many, I suspected.

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

I mumbled, turning my gaze back to the ground, not in the mood for pleasantries. “I’m Bryan,” he offered, his voice light and conversational. “Eloise,” I replied curtly, still refusing to give him my full attention. “You look angry and pretty,” he added, clearly trying to be charming. “Anything I can do to help?” Hearing the word angry was like lighting a match to a powder keg. “That’s why you need to leave me the fuck alone,” I snapped, my voice louder than I intended. Bryan blinked, slightly startled but still composed. “Alright, message received,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “But for what it’s worth, sometimes talking to a stranger helps. No judgment, no baggage.”

Isabella asked quietly. "No." Dante's voice cracked. "I'm possessive to the point of obsession. I can't stand other men looking at you. I've had nightmares about you leaving since month two. I track your location constantly even though you don't know it. I'm controlling and damaged and so fucking broken that I don't know how to love someone without suffocating them." "Dante…."

“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.

I felt the colour looked a little off so I had it packed for further investigations. We were about to leave when Jake saw a bracelet in the sand. He picked it up and when we inspected it, we saw an inscription inside it. The inscription was written in an ancient language but at the end, there were engraved images of a howling wolf and a black moon. We brought it back with us along with the discoloured food. We were about to take a bypass into the Crimson Rose territory when we smelt blood. We all spread out and saw a woman gasping for breath.

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his