The Object Of My Obsession Novels & Stories

I pressed my face to the hilt again, hands over him, letting obsession wash through me fully. Every hammer strike, every cut, every tear… had been for him. Not the sword. Not power. Him. Lachlan. My anchor, my obsession, my fire. Even holding him, I knew we weren’t done. This was just the beginning. Obsession isn’t sated by repair. Every fight, every quest would stoke it further. He would test me. I would claim him. And I’d do it every time, until there was nothing left but fire, sweat, and obsession, until he couldn’t exist without me, and I couldn’t without him.

The madness is winning. I can feel it. This is what obsession thwarted looks like. I lean back slowly, eyes never leaving the screen. “If you’ve let someone touch you,” I murmur softly to the empty room, “I’ll make them beg.” And when I find you again, little sister… You won’t get to run a second time. I will use you, I will ruin you and I will finally own you. Two years of searching. Of hunting. Of tearing through cities and contacts and whispers.

A voice I recognize as Dante said. I lifted my head and glared at him making him throw his hands up surrender. "I'm gonna take that as a yes." He said making me drop my head and groan. "Baby, what's going on?" I heard then the bed dip in by my head. "Nick, has an obsession over me and I can't not get into his head and tell him that's I'm not an object because it just goes through one ear and then out the other ear." I said lifting my head and then rested it on Dante's thigh.

I rub my face. " Good night sleeping beauty"They speak on the other side of the line, and only with sarcasm is their voice I can know who it is "What do you want, Luis?"I roll my eyes. It is very unbearable. Luis is a friend of Karla's that I met a few months ago. Since then he has had a strange obsession with me, he always calls me, sends me messages and I've even caught him watching you from afar. It's kind of awkward and weird.

Because instead of forgetting, instead of letting it fade into something insignificant, I become obsessed. With it…. With the why? With the how? With The Who? I become obsessed with the curiosity of unraveling it all and the more I try to rationalize it, the more It sits at the back of my mind like an itch I can’t scratch, it’s quiet at first when I try to suppress it but then it’s loud, it becomes louder and louder as if it’s clawing at the seams of my sanity until it’s all I can think about in between sentences, in between breaths, in between pretending I’m fine.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

" Tina asked. She can't help but feel a rush within her. Is she going to suggest that they talk him into finding a woman or letting the past go? She's ok for the later option but not the former. Jordan can only get involved with her, no, not her she meant someone like her at least. "He's heart was wounded when he lost his love. That wounded heart can only get cured by finding love again. What I mean is this. A woman like you and I have made him obsessed, it is only someone like us that can help him out of that obsession. Do you agree with me?" Isabella asked. Tina nodded. Isabella is speaking in idioms. She hadn't really said what she wanted. She's beating around the bush.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him

Then he changed the subject. "How much time are you spending on the investigation?" I looked at him. He never asked about the investigation. I was the one who started it, because he handled the investigation. "What do you mean?" I looked at him. "Exactly what I said. You're in meetings all day. You're on the phone with Maya constantly. You're not sleeping." "I'm fine." I said, casually. "You're not fine. You're obsessed." I stared at him. "Someone threatened my son, Ethan. Someone took a picture of him at school. Someone followed him to his new school. I'm not obsessed. I'm trying to keep him safe."