Toxic Obsession Novels & Stories

Fantasizing about fucking every inch of her, stretching her tight little holes, making her take my cock while she moaned my name like a prayer. Oh yeah. This was fucking dangerous. My jaw tightened. Fucking hell. She was an addiction, a drug-like obsession. And I have never been the type to get addicted to anything. Never been the type to care about anything. I didn’t care about her… not really. But I wanted her. And every time I saw her, that craving only fucking grew. There are two things you do with an unhealthy obsession: You either kill it or stay the hell away until it fades.

“Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.” I spat out as his vision started to clear and I was able to see him better and even though my words were harsh and cruel; he didn’t react. So I threw my head back and cackled crazily. “Between all the people in here, Sergey, you are the closest one to me. You are the most fucked up person after me in here. You should know how I feel, but again you are just a cold, walking dead corpse, aren’t you? An alexithymics.”

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

Pretty lies instead of the ugly truth staring them in the face. Cole tilts his head, studying the painting again. Something shifts in his expression—curiosity mixed with something darker. "So what do you see?" My jaw flexes. Heat crawls up my spine just thinking about it. "Obsession," I say. "That sick, beautiful addiction where you'd rather suffocate than let go. They're smiling while the ropes cut deeper. That's not love—that's needing someone so fucking bad you don't care if it destroys you both."

I said. “Yeah well now I’m pissed because why have you not eaten. I’m very sure that twat Ife is responsible for this. I’m sorry baby..” he said and put his hand on my face. I almost flinched away but man, I was trying very hard to be very careful with this man. He was going to snap if I did anything stupid. In his eyes I could see someone who was deranged. His mind was broken at this point. He was troubled. This frantic pursuit of me was not because he loved me but it was much deeper than that. He was obsessed. And obsession could make people do crazy things that they in their right mind would not normally do.

I spat. “You’re just terrified of losing me because I was easy to control, weren’t I? You’re scared you’ll never find another girl weak enough to let you pull the strings in the relationship just like I did because I fell hard for you!” “You're paranoid, jealous. Confusing possessiveness for love, and you seriously need help. Get your head checked before you go around calling this toxic obsession 'Love'. I’m done with you and this goddamn forsaken relationship!” I yelled, furious as I poured out my heart and thoughts.

" I exhaled and sat slowly on the edge of the bed. Maybe I had gotten carried away with Ethan's act. For a while, I actually believed he had changed. But maybe he hadn't. Maybe the man I was seeing now was the same Ethan I'd always known , the one who could twist everything until somehow I was the one saying sorry. A narcissist. I lowered my head. Maybe I caused it ....cheating on him had just brought his old self back out, maybe he was still angry at me, Forgiveness takes time right?.

Finally it's a wrap with the Mafia's Toxic Obsession. This was my hardest book so far, not only was I new into writing this genre, I also faced lots of personal challenges but I'm glad it's over now. I would like to thank everyone including myself for finding my strength, my awesome friends and my understanding Editor Vera Zaytseva for not being too hard on me. I know I wasn't always there but I'm really grateful for all your patience and I'm thanking everyone that dropped their gems and coins for this book. I will keep feeding you guys with my best works and I love you all so so much! Rhema ca res )3

Sarah said and Emma nodded. "I know Sarah but I can't fall into the risk of getting pregnant especially by him! No way Sarah. Don't worry everything's going to be fine. I just want him to set his eyes on someone else and then he might forget me" Emma could only hope but she was clearly wrong as she was his passion. His obsession. His drug and his will to live. Without her in his life, Damien wouldn't be able to bear it and might hurt everyone around him.

• Love has space, obsession is only centered on one axis. "When a person is controlled by his desires, it's really more of an obsession," says Sassoon. That means, they will forget their previous life and turn to focus on you. Basically, you will be the center of their universe. But as Sassoon said, this wasn't healthy, nor was it love. "It's an obsession," he said. "If someone thinks about your every move, separates your words and actions, and constantly analyzes everything, this is neither normal nor healthy." In a healthy dynamic, you and your partner will be safe enough to dream on your own and get back together without any problems at all.