Novelas y relatos de Toxic Obsession

He was deadly serious, staring into the dark recesses of my soul with his dark gaze. I looked up and shivers ran through me at the thought that people might actually be watching us right now. And he wants all these people to know that I belonged to him? What the fuck was going on? Xander's POV. Obsession is a very dangerous feeling and very delicate to play with. Most people are familiar with that addictive poison. They use some simple drugs to drown out the pain and ease their thoughts. On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results.

he stopped after saying. His eyes were getting teary as well. He was looking at the floor. His head was filled with guilts. He had lost his first mate Isabella in a war with the Sapphires before he met my mom. I knew he loved my mom a lot, even more than his own life. But we just simply could never deny the fact that a wolf's obsession for its actual mate never dies. It was the same in case of my father. Even though he loved my mom, still the lose of his first mate never left him.

You've made my existence a living hell for far too long; once I’m finally satisfied, I can finally go back to who I used to be. It was a cruel defense mechanism, a lie he desperately needed to believe to keep his crumbling composure intact. He had never craved anything this destructively before. Every instinct screamed that this obsession was a poison eating away at his foundation, threatening to unravel the cold, untouchable empire he had built around himself. But logic meant nothing when raw, obsessive hunger took the wheel.

“I am aware that you hate any kind of obsession. However, to speak truthfully, it possesses a certain charm. Women like me will agree.” Ms. Beth's sentiment resonates deeply with me. This man might hate obsessions, but his hatred towards it doesn't make it disgusting. He's so rude I can't. “Obsessions are unhealthy. The obsessed one doesn't have a world of his own.” Arguing back, he extended the blazer to her with a poker face before adding, “You get obsessed with a thing, then somehow, you lose it, and you get lost too. It's...”

I want to know everything she does. "Understood." Dante left as quietly as he'd come in. I looked back at my phone. Elara had stopped crying. She was just staring out the window now. All of her world was under my control now. Her friend. Her old apartment building. Even the coffee shop where she used to work. I'd bought it last week. Everything she'd ever known. Everyone she'd ever cared about. All of it was mine now. Just like she was mine. "This obsession will cost you, Kieran," Silas said quietly. "In ways you haven't calculated yet."

She gave him a hard gaze, "In your dreams, Aleksandr. You asked me this before too and I also told you, you are my obsession. And I hate it the way it's making me look in front of my family. Everyone thinks I am in love with you!" He chuckled with amusing features. "And that's troubling you. Because now your family thinks you are in love with me." "Stop laughing." She gritted out. Aleksandr neared her face and nodded. "Do you know what obsession means, Tigritsa?" He asked her, his eyes gleamed as He spoke. "Obsession is when you have many beautiful ladies at your beck and call. Yet you are not interested in them. You only want the woman who refuses to let you come near her. Obsession is when

“Why are you relieved? Aren’t you the one trying to kill your brothers all the time?” “That’s the thing, Nes! I want to kill him. He can’t die before I assassinate him. In fact, none of my brothers can die before I kill them or it would ruin everything. I have OCD, you know? Obsessive-Compulsive Desire to be the one who takes them down — no one can outdo me, not even death.” “Hmm. Makes sense,” Nesryn said with a shrug.

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

“And he looks pissed." “He’s not my stalker,” I said too fast. “He’s just… persistent." “Persistent is one word for it,” Kevin muttered. “Obsessed is another." Before I could tell him to shut up, a shadow fell over our table. Alexander didn’t sit. He just dropped a bottle of water on my tray. Cold. Condensation dripping down the side. “You didn’t drink anything,” he said. Voice flat. “I’m not thirsty." “Liar,” he said again. Same as before. Then he looked at Kevin. “You done?"

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.