The Ex Who Became His Obsession Novels & Stories

His once-charming gestures now felt overbearing and forced, causing Gia to withdraw further. Unwilling to accept defeat, Ejay's obsession clouded his judgment. He started to employ tactics that crossed ethical boundaries. He manipulated situations to isolate Gia, sabotaging her other relationships and creating scenarios where she had no choice but to rely on him. As his obsession grew, Ejay's behavior became erratic. He monitored Gia's every move, invaded her privacy, and disregarded her boundaries. His fixation blinded him to the distress he was causing Gia, eroding the genuine feelings she might have had for him.

“Wait, you wanted to murder your wife?” “Yeah, long story.” He brushed it off with a wave of his hand. “But my point is, I was thinking clearly before I got between her legs. The second I was there, all my ambitions were destroyed. She became my biggest obsession. Like she was a drug, I couldn’t stop until I got the next hit…and then the next.”

Just raw obsession typed in perfect grammar like it came from a CEO who owned both your salary and your soul. I needed therapy. I needed holy water. I needed a priest. "Did that bastard fuck you last night?” His words flashed across the screen like a bullet to my chest. My stomach churned. “Is that why you’re still sick? Because he’s had you all night long?” I wanted to vomit. I knew it was coming, but hearing him say it out loud—well, not out loud, but in text—felt like a slap to the face. My hands were shaking now. Why the hell was he so obsessed with Elvis? Did he honestly think I was so easily swayed? I wasn’t some toy for him to break apart and put back together whenever he felt like it

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

He didn’t have to. Every time I saw his name light up my phone, I ran to him. And every time, it got worse. Rougher. Wilder. More addictive. I didn’t just crave the sex. I craved him—his control, his dominance, the way he made me feel like I was his to own. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even affection. It was obsession. And it grew like fire behind closed doors. The more I tried to fight it, the deeper I sank.

“It's really delicious. Now I wish I had been here to watch her make it. It's a shame I won't be able to recreate your favorite dish myself.” He took the next spoonful himself, entirely unbothered by the fact that we had just shared an indirect kiss over a bowl of mashed potatoes, like it was nothing. “That's not a problem. I like your cooking better.” Heat crawled all the way up my neck to the tip of my ears. No one had ever told me those words before. Not my pathetic ex-husband or his bastard son, whom I had used three years of my life to please. “Something has been bothering me,” I admitted. “Evelyn told me that you had an obsession with me. Could you explain that?”

He was so obsessed with me, and was so desperate for me, that he would go to any lengths. He had gone through all this trouble, and had killed his own men, just so he could have his way. He was the definition of obsessed. And, I knew once an obsession had taken hold, there was no stopping it. He was not going to stop until he had me. Until he had my body and soul. The thought alone made my blood turn cold. Was I really back to square one? Back to where it had all started. Was I ever going to get away? Was I ever going to have a life outside of Viktor?

Arabelle Gwyneth heard two devastating news on her 18th birthday: That she was mated to ruthless Alpha Zach Blackwood and that he rejects her in front of the whole pack. “You’re weak, wolfless, and beneath me. I, Alpha Zach Blackwood, reject you.” But rejection isn’t freedom. Soon Arabelle’s abusive father sells her to Zach to settle his gambling debts, and she becomes his slave. He is cold. He is cruel. But also obsessed with her? His dark eyes follow her everywhere. His commands grow more possessive. And worst of all? The mate bond didn’t break. When wealthy Beta Simon Sinclair offers Arabelle escape, protection, and genuine affection, she finally has a choice. But

“Try to touch her again, and I’ll bury you in a hole so deep your own ghosts won’t find you.” She smiled sweetly. “So protective.” I stood up. “This was a mistake.” She grabbed my wrist, nails digging into my skin. “You started this,” she hissed. “Don’t forget who you called in the middle of the night when you thought you were dying inside. Needed someone to take the edge off. Don’t pretend that didn’t happen.” I yanked my hand free. “It was five minutes, Vanessa. You spun it into a fantasy.” “And you turned her into an obsession,” she snapped. “I won’t let her ruin you.”

Now she was spread wide open to his lustful gaze. Jasmine was horrified at how her body responded, She had never felt so humiliated. But the realization that her pussy was utterly exposed to her lover's eyes, plus the sight of his Cock, sticking up fiercely, gave rise to an erotic excitement which she couldn't control. Her pussy dripped wet and Pedro couldn't help but grin as he watched it drip wetly and her cum soaked her pussylips.