The Ex Obsession Novels & Stories

Obsession doesn’t announce itself with sirens. It seeps in quietly, like water under a locked door, until the floor you stand on warps and bends beneath you. For Rose, it began with little things. A text at odd hours, not of endearment but of command. Don’t go in tonight. Meet me instead. Wear the black dress.

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

"Don't leave me... please." Iris's breath trembled. That voice... She had never heard it from him before. The voice of a man who had completely fallen apart. She took a step forward unconsciously. Then— Gabriel suddenly lifted his head. His eyes met hers directly. And at that moment... A terrifying chill ran through Iris's body. Because his gaze was not normal. It was filled with frightening madness. Possession. Fear. And pain so intense it made her chest tighten. He slowly extended a hand toward her.

“That’s not a hobby, Damon. That’s obsession.” His smile didn’t fade. “Then I guess I’m obsessed.”

One message glowed: I know her husband – Pay Me or i Show Him. Milo's eyes widened, laughing. "Holy shit. Her husband? He thinks We Care?" Rex laughed, dark and thrilled. "Yeah. Message incoming: ' Make it public.'" He forwarded the link—restroom full, with the blindfold close-up. "Send it," Milo said, still buzzing. "Let the ex see what he lost." Rex hit enter. The file zipped off into the dark web. Three thousand miles away, a phone buzzed on a hotel nightstand.

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.

Chris I'm glad that all of this is finally over the troubles, sleepless nights all of them are gone. I still can't believe that just one woman nearly made our lives a living hell. Obsession really turned Sherly into a monster, at first I thought she liked Nicklaus but then I came to realize that she was a psycho, who's obsessed with that she can never have

My obsession with her soft pink cunt, the way she gets me out of my element, and all longing and yearning for her presence to come to fill the hollow space in my heart that I could feel was aching so back from the brutal cuts that the rusty daggers of her absence drove mercilessly into my heart. That I could hear it vividly in my head, the trickling dripping sound of the blood that wouldn't stop spilling from the hideous cuts, it all had nothing to do with Love. it's just obsession and possession. She's- "Did you get any information, Boss?" Chris broached hesitantly from the front seat. His gaze met mine through the rearview mirror as he spoke. Wrenching me out of my deep, consuming trance w

MARCELLUS I don't answer immediately. Instead, I look at Nora. She's staring at the chocolate spilling across the plate, refusing to look at me. "...I do." No one utters a word. Even Sebastian has his narrowed gaze on me. "She's right." My voice is calm. "Obsession doesn't announce itself. One day you're simply... rearranging your entire life around another person without realizing you've already lost." A few contestants exchange glances. "And lies?" I continue. "They sometimes don't begin with bad intentions."