These Lunatics Are Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

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.”

he said quietly, “you look like hell, standing out here all wired up over a girl on stage. You don’t even know if she’s who you think she is. You’re seeing ghosts where there aren’t any.” His words stung because he said them like he cared. Not mocking, not cruel—just like an older brother who thought I was losing my grip. “I’m not crazy,” I muttered, fists shaking. “I know her. I’d know her anywhere.” Luca sighed again, glancing back at the club door. “Look, I’m not getting into this with you. Not tonight. You want to drink, laugh about old times, maybe we can do that. But this… this obsession of yours , it’s not healthy.”

Let her feel the violence thudding beneath my skin. “You can never be free, Reina,” I growled. “Not out there. Not in here. You walk out that door again and come back late, I’ll make you pay. You breathe for someone else, I’ll end them. Do you understand?” She shook her head, her voice barely there. “You’re insane.” “I’m obsessed,” I corrected. “There’s a difference. Obsession has purpose. Madness is just noise.” My mouth brushed against her cheekbone, slow, deliberate. “And I only hear you.”

“Run, run!” “Lunatic! Andrius is a lunatic!”

My Not Sister Hiro I’m crazy. I know I’m crazy. Everyone knows I’m Crazy Zen—and not in the chill, meditative, herb-sipping way. Insightful as my brain forces me to be—in the most disturbing, inappropriate, and irrelevant ways—social awareness and cultural norms didn’t exactly get installed during the reboot. I’m fine with it. I really am. At least I really was before this.

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

His Adam's apple bobbed violently before he finally spoke in a rough, unfamiliar voice. "My love... that's not true. I didn't do it. They were lying. I didn't do it, I swear." He slowly stood and approached her, desperately trying to justify something Iris didn't even understand. But when she noticed emotions on his usually cold face... Maybe madness. Maybe obsession. She wanted to run. Immediately. She turned around and hurried toward the door. Memories that didn't belong to her flashed through her mind, mirroring exactly what was happening now. "No, wait, Iris! Please!!"

Shouldn't I be here? '''what do you wanna talk???? I have already told you and please leave me alone now. I am too tired and I am not gonna give you any explanation. So please leave me alone.''' ''''No, that's not happening. I am not going without hearing your answer. Tell me what did I do???? Did I do something wrong???? Why are you punishing me and yourself too???? You know that I love you and you know that know and I can feel that you love me too.''''

" 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.