Why Are You Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

The b*tch was talking while Olivia hung up the phone and ended the call. I looked at her surprised but didn't tell her anything. Her voice was annoying and she saved me from a boring discussion. "Do all your exes want to kill you? Or me?" She asked, raising her brow. "No one will hurt you. I won't let them touch a strand of your hair." I stared at the road. "Why are you so obsessed with me?" She asked me. "Because you love me," I responded and she laughed. "Usually, people say that they are obsessed because they think they love you. Is it so important for you to be loved?"

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

“ Alice, I know you're upset, but ky has nothing to do with this. I really love you, you're my ride or die. “ “I think that was before,“ she said. I sighed, already frustrated. “ You think I don't love you anymore then fine. Because I think you're just with me for sex. Cause I don't get, why everyone is Obsessed with me .” Alice shakes her head ”No one is Obsessed with you.” “Listen, Alice,” I said, softer now, forcing the edge out of my voice. “I’m not pulling away because of you. I’m pulling away because everything has been… loud in my head.”

You become madly obsessed with them and will do anything to have them back in your life. This didn’t sound all that bad, seeing as they still liked you so you felt you could easily get them back. But then fate brings someone for them. And they move on, very easily. While you become stuck and obsessed with them. This sounded like someone summarised everything happening between me and Jade. I’m not obsessed. I gritted my teeth, trying so hard to force myself to believe that. ‘Yes. So not obsessed that you didn’t inflict a fake sickness upon yourself to make her come and check up on you.’

I was so crazy for her that I accepted her immoral proposal to keep the relationship after her marriage. "Don't do this", I clamour. "You know how much I love you, Thea. I have always done" "I never said you didn't. I did too" "Don't you love me now?" "Not like before" "Then why are you even with me? Why did you even come back?" My voice starts breaking. "Because there's something in you I'm obsessed with. That doesn't count in love. I can't risk my whole life after this petty obsession I have with you"

But he lifted his hands in surrender, laughing softly. “Forgive me. I just enjoy learning everything I can about people. A hobby, you could say.” For a moment, I didn’t react. I didn’t speak. Then slowly, a cold smile curved my lips as I leaned back against the seat. “You are right, I am obsessed ,” I said calmly. “I can’t live without her. I can’t bear the thought of her with another man. But the one thing I truly couldn’t bear…” My gaze darkened. “Is her hating me.”

And that attraction was lethal making him want her more and more each and every time when she would come infront him. For some odd reason, that girl was becoming an unhealthy obsession for him.

His hair was matted and dry, and a sour smell drifted from it. I felt my breath hitching as soon as I looked at the man's eyes. They were dull and lifeless, yet unmistakably tinged with a familiar, obsessive intensity. It turned out that the man was none other than Zachary. I remained motionless, my mind emptied of all thought. That face—which had represented longing, then loathing—was now just a picture of utter decline. His eyes were deeply hollowed, his cheekbones were prominent, and his skin barely clung to the structure beneath.

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him