Toxic Obsession Novels & Stories

With a smirk in his face Alexander said"Hi gyus how are you two? Its so bad that you two didnt even got any time to celebrate your victory.And here you are in my base getting tortured by me " Alexander got up from his chair and said while moving near to them"Did you think you and your boss could kill me so easily?".He was very angry on his enemy Robert Qu.He dare to send his men to kill him.What does he think he is. when the two men saw that Alexander was very angry they started shivering.They heard that he is a moster who kills people without blinking his eye.They regreted taking a task to kill the king of underworld.

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

I walked to the bar at the left corner of the room, took a fruit wine and poured it the wine glass. It was the most wonderful sex I had in years. I strangely didn’t feel disgusted to have sex with a woman. In my past relationships, I haven’t been able to have sex with any of them as I would begin to develop rashes when we got intimate, even with my ex-girlfriend, Annabel.

"Children like that need a conducive and strict education. Knowing Igor's family situation, Cesar was not given the help and support he needed. Therefore, he turned radical. "If this continues, he is almost definitely going to become a criminal in the future." Joey then hung up and began reading up on Jacobs syndrome. Upon reading relevant case studies, Joey was gripped by fear. Kids with Jacobs syndrome who were smart but grew up in a toxic environment would turn into sociopaths. She didn't expect the child to turn violent during the incident. Henry didn't either, so he lost an eye. When Harrison rushed over, he gasped when he saw the amount of blood on Joey's trench coat.

“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.

I say cautiously, “then good for him. He deserves to be happy. All he ever does is work.” “An obsession?” Star asks, tilting her head toward Sasha. Her question hangs in the air, her tone pressing for more. “Yes,” Sasha snaps, her eyes flashing with something I can’t quite place. “An obsession. That thing where you fixate on someone or something, obsess over it, let it consume you until it destroys your entire life. That kind of obsession.” Her laugh rings out, sharp and humorless, like she’s sharing some inside joke that only she understands. But beneath it, there’s something darker—jealousy. It’s faint, but it’s there, simmering just below the surface.

“You’re in my world now. And I don’t play nice with pretty little intruders.” Lila’s breath hitched, but she didn’t back down. The tension between them was thick enough to cut — hate mixed with something far more dangerous. Something that felt like the beginning of an obsession. As Elena called for the staff to bring in the luggage, Ronan turned away, but not before his mind already started wondering what Lila Monroe would sound like moaning *his* name. This was going to be hell.

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.

He was obsessed with me, he'd said so himself, and for all I knew people tended to get very violent when obsessed. That explained why he saw no reason in hurting me like that earlier. I couldn't just believe it. All along I'd been thinking that I had the perfect boyfriend who loved me and was willing to do anything for me, who even fought for me after another man forcefully took me, but all along he had just been driven by obsession. I'd confused the whole thing. That look in his eyes that I always noticed when he looked at me was not love, but obsession, possession. God, I was so clueless. He'd come to me with the mindset of fraud but then he'd gotten obsessed with me and wanted me for hims

He has been sitting here for over an hour turning things over in the specific way he turns things over, which is directly and without softening the edges, because that is how he thinks about everything and he is not going to stop doing it because the thing he's thinking about is uncomfortable. He has known obsession since before he had a name for it. He had looked at it early and called it what it was and never flinched from the truth of it. He was obsessed with her. That had been clear and simple. He'd filed it correctly and kept going. He had known possession the same way. She was his. He'd been certain of that before he had any reasonable basis to act on it, before she had any reason to a