The Ex Obsession Novels & Stories

I heard his mockery laugh, I hang up the phone feeling pissed about it, he owe me billions of money and he talk trash and brag about himself, I paced on both sides of my living room Suddenly, someone stepped out from the elevator of my penthouse, and my passcode beeped, someone was trying to get access to my house, I pulled my black leather couch open, brought out my axe and rifle, closed the chair again, slowly moved to the entrance of my penthouse, and I was ready to attack.

I follow soon after, burying myself as deep as possible, marking her from the inside while whispering dark, filthy truths against her ear. Afterward, we lie tangled on her narrow bed, breathing ragged, sweat cooling on our skin. The diamond ring still sits on the desk like an accusation. Mirella turns her head to look at me. Her voice is quieter now, but no less stubborn. “You’re going to get us both killed one day with this obsession.” I stroke her hair, fingers possessive even in the aftermath. “I’ll kill everyone else first.” She huffs a tired laugh. “You’re impossible.”

"The exact second you walked into my bar three nights ago, something deep inside my chest locked onto you like a vice. I can't stop it. I think about your face when I am sitting inside Church handling club business. I constantly check the security cameras on the walls just to make sure your body is still walking around my compound. I lie wide awake in my bed at night, staring at the dark, imagining a million different ways that I can keep you trapped here with me forever." My breath completely caught in my throat, and I stared at him with wide eyes. This was his deep obsession stripped completely bare—it was raw, unfiltered, terrifying, and completely consuming. He wasn't just playing a boyf

Two years ago. That should have made me feel better, but it didn’t. “You told me that you’ve only ever wanted me.” I muttered. His eyes stayed on mine. “So how exactly do you have an ex-girlfriend?” He swore under his breath, then looked away for a second before looking back at me. “It’s true,” he said. “I only want you.” The certainty in his voice made me pause. Then he continued, sounding more frustrated with the memory than anything else. “The guys pushed it, hey thought if I was with someone else, maybe I’d stop thinking about you. Maybe I’d get over my obsession with you.”

“See? Knuckle is out.” “Beating up old people? That’s not your style.” He shakes his head and reaches into his cart, takes out a beer, opens it, and takes a long swig. A grimace flits across his face. “Noah—” “Trust me, don’t ask. It’s not a pretty story.” He pauses. “Besides, you were never that interested in my past before. You were too busy lusting after my hot bod.” “I see you’re feeling better.”

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

“But at least I admit what I want. You hide behind this pathetic act of a man scorned, but the truth is, you can’t stand the idea of her moving on.” His jaw tensed, but instead of lashing back, he smirked. “Touché. But obsession is what wins, Rhea. Obsession is what keeps us hungry. And hunger is what gets results.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own dark thoughts. The bar around them buzzed with laughter and chatter, oblivious to the venom dripping from the booth in the back. On the screen, the news anchor concluded the segment with a sharp line:

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

Emma felt nervous as she took a seat and stared at his poker face, she couldn't read what was going on his mind? After a moment of silence, Dr. Shepherd finally spoke in a serious tone. "I have received complaint from an anonymous person that you have been supplying drugs to some patients in the rehab and also having an inappropriate parties there." Boom Emma opened her mouth in complete shock, "who could do this?" She thought in her mind and only one image came to her mind. Martha except her who wanted to get her kicked out from her job and insulted her like this. "This is not true," she denied the accusations on her.