Toxic Obsession Novels & Stories

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

And what had I done? Dragged half-naked women into my study like some jealous fucking idiot trying to prove a point. My chest tightened violently. This wasn’t strategy anymore, it wasn’t control, and it wasn’t even about the bond now. This was obsession. Ugly, possessive, desperate obsession, and for the first time since all of this started, I couldn’t lie to myself about it anymore.

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

Or focus my gaze on your bright eyes and forget about the world. My idea to try to forget all this and leave it in the past was to sink even deeper into work. This will cause me a future problem, I'm feeling it, but I can't escape it. It has become a vicious cycle. I think about her, I work more. I see her, I work more. Furthermore, I smell you, I work harder. There is no human being in the world who can handle huge doses of stress in a row and doesn't freak out.

She realised it today. "What the….you are sounding like you have already become obsessed with him, Jazlyn Kingston," Iris spat, annoyed which made Jazlyn frowned. "Obsession is a very thrilling term, Iris because it can be more deep and harmful than love or hate, babe," Jazlyn uttered. Kaya just silently heard her. "Obsession is capable of silently shoving you to that edge where the fine line between right and wrong, good and bad, hate and love would blur," Kaya just stored those words of Jazlyn's inside her heart.

Lilian said. "Jaime, don't let Wyatt's words get to you. He's a bastard and you know that, you shouldn't be acting this way" Mickey said. "I know, but I hate it. It makes me feel like I'm worthless" he mumbled before walking away. Mickey glanced at Lilian. "You don't have to stare at me that way, I'm fine" She forced a smile. "I know" Mickey smiled back. **** MONTERIO'S INVESTMENT***

He whispered, and I could feel the comfort of my wolf via his touch, tickling my skin. “You are the obsessed one. Sometimes, the thing about being obsessed isn’t about feeling love in an unhealthy way; rather, it’s about feeling hate, and that is both your attraction and your addiction. That description does not fit me. Who exactly is obsessed at this point?” I accidentally let it go, and I could see him gritting his teeth. He must be bothered by the things I say. He let me go, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Is that your victory?” He asks while laughing it off.

It's the third year since my wife, Joyce Sinclair, cheated on me. I spread her intimate photos with her male assistant, Bryan Long, on the internet. Then, I doused myself in gasoline and threatened to drag everyone down to hell with me. Bryan's so scared that he flees the city that very night. I think I've won. However, to settle my lawsuit and cover the damages, my older sister, Rachel Lovett, sells her house and takes out high-interest loans. In the end, the burden becomes too much for her, and she jumps from a high-rise building. Her voice is hoarse in the recording she leaves me. "That's enough, Ray. We've lost everything. Mom and Dad have aged overnight, and I can't take it anymor

He didn't know what she had been doing to him these days but he could see that he was loosing control. That was the last thing he wanted. He was supposed to be in control while she begged and pleaded with him. He had been the one to propose this offer in the first place, so everything about it should be his call. He was still consumed in his thoughts when he felt cold air rush against his skin. He looked down to see that his shirt was no longer on him and his pants were now at his ankle and Leila was working on drawing down his boxers. He heaved a huge sigh. He was getting addicted to her. He needed to fight this addiction before it took over his power over her and make him lost to her. Perh