Why Are You Obsessed With Me 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.

She’s staring at me now, her eyes wide and stunned, breath catching, mouth parted. “It’s because of you. Because of the way you’re looking at me right now. Those hopeful eyes. The way your body responds to me. The way you speak, how fucking honest you are. It’s got me… so completely, obsessed with you.” That word, obsessed, hangs between us, dangerous and tangible.

“That isn't possible?” In frustration, I yelled at him. “Why isn't that possible?” Taking tiny steps towards me, he leaned forward. “Because I am obsessed with you. I am so obsessed.” “And I am not” Ethan smirked. “Very soon, you will be.”

"They'll both realize you're not worth the trouble you bring. The family drama, the scandal, the chaos that comes with your baggage is not everyone can handle. And you'll have nowhere else to go but back into my arms. Won't you?" I stared at him, my heart pounding, and suddenly something clicked into place. Something about the way he was looking at me... not with love, not even with genuine desire. He looked at me like he wanted to possess me. With Obsession. His need went far beyond normal emotion. "Why are you so obsessed with me, Chase?" I asked, calmer but more pointed. "This can't be love. This isn't what love looks like. Is it the money you're looking for? My father's business connecti

“You really think your little love for Cameron will save you?” My chest tightened at the mention of his name. “No. It doesn’t save me. But it gives me reason. Reason to survive. Reason to get back up, even when I can barely move. Reason to make sure you regret this.” “You’re obsessed,” he muttered, shaking his head like it explained everything. “Obsession will get you killed.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Then maybe I deserve it. But at least I’m not the one hurting someone else to feel powerful.”

“You really think I’m so obsessed with you that I’d be foolish enough to take your side over a friend I’ve known for years?” I blinked. “Obviously that’s not what I meant,” I muttered, though my chest betrayed me with a flutter I couldn’t ignore. “If that’s what you’re thinking…” His voice dropped, slow and measured, almost as if he were reciting a story, “…then yes. You’re right. I’m fucking obsessed with you.” My heart did a somersault without safety measures, and I crashed into the dizzying spiral of his words. What does he mean? “Why?” I whispered. “You don’t even know me.”

“Nice. You look pale.” I don’t glance at her, keeping my eyes carefully focused on a point on the bar behind her. “I’m fine,” I say, but the truth is, I haven’t gone a day without thinking about Noah. I just.... I don't understand why my brain is so obsessed with him. He's never uttered a nice word to me. Anger flares, building and growing. Remembering what a girl said to me whenever she caught me staring at him the first day of sophmore year.

I said to them. “So you mean, you are going to give up on her?” Mason asked me. “No… I never give up” I said and took a pause before adding, “The problem is… That I am obsessed with her… And when I am obsessed with something…” “You get that thing no matter what” Dylan completed for me.

I made sure she didn’t see me, but I was desperate for just one peek at her. * * * Then I got angry at how distracted she made me, but I couldn't stop myself. I’ve become obsessed like nothing else before, and I have to have her. I have to be near her. My actions may make me seem crazy, but at this point I’m already all in. What’s a little crazy on top of it?

Watching her. Then he lowered his gaze slightly. One question remained trapped in his mind without a clear answer: Why did he become so disturbed whenever she was close to him? And why could he no longer let her walk away the way he did in the beginning? Why had he nearly gone mad with jealousy when he saw those filthy gazes directed at her? Why? In truth, it did not matter. But how dare they look at this emperor’s possession? After all, Iris was his personal servant and companion.