Toxic Obsession Novels & Stories

he whispered, his voice hoarse. He didn't know how to explode, how to shout that can let all the suffocating feelings out of him. He needed to bang his head on a wall or something, He so wanted to go berserk and destroy every living thing. Even if he had spent just four years of his early life with his mother, he knew how vile his mother could be, he knew all that she fed him with when he was still a kid. He was made to eat liver that had dark blood on it, he was made to feed on skins.

he cursed, his voice echoing off the walls of the empty self-storage room. "Where are the kids?" he demanded over the phone, his voice heavy and menacing. The voice on the other end stuttered, "I'm keeping watch over them, but what are you going to do to them?" Marcus sneered, "What I do to them is none of your fucking business." He cursed, his anger boiling over. "Stand guard, don't let her ever suspect you're the suspect, and don't you dare go against me." With that, he cut the call, his mind racing with his next move.

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

“Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?” Maya added, more cautiously, “Yeah, Reinna. You said he’s possessive. That’s a red flag. Does he love you, or does he just love the control and the amazing sex you give him? Because if he was fighting it so hard, maybe he’s still fighting the idea of falling in love with his step-sister, and the love he confessed is really just the crazy lust.” The words hit me like a physical punch. I felt all the blood drain from my face.

The simple word, typed in stark white against the black screen, held a universe of pain, a lifetime of self-doubt. "You've got me messed up in ways I don't even have names for." Before she could fully process the weight of that confession, another message arrived, each word a hammer blow to her carefully constructed defenses,threat-ening to shatter them completely. Johnny: "When you talk to someone else, I feel it in my teeth." Jealousy, raw and possessive, dripped from the words, a primal instinct laid bare. "When you smile at someone else, I lose my damn mind."

“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?"

She inquired, “I see you’re jealous… what if she’s there? What if she’s the one making me happy? What if she’s the one willing to do anything just to lay beside me and watch me ram my cock deep into her cunt? You know it’s hard to say this but she’s obsessed with me and you know a thing or two about obsession. It takes a lot to help yourself out of that mindset” Jogging my hands through her hair, “You turn her obsession into torment, make her scared of you just like everyone. Are you that weak because of a lady who’s now part of your past?” Kora had her way with her choice of words.

I read from a relationship book that obsession is toxic and it leads to an unhealthy relationship. "You're not stupid or obsessed Cupcake, you have the quality of the best girlfriend," He said and it brought a smile to my face "if it's any consolation, am obsessed too, more than you're I suppose." He said and I smiled, just with a few words from him my heart hurts no more except for the pains am having right now for resisting the urge to kiss him, I don't want to attack him with that suddenly. "Am sorry," I said and he just smiled.