Why Are You Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

"First off, I am married. Secondly, what I do with Ethan is none of your business." He walked up to me. His nose brushed mine. My heart skipped. "Every day, my attraction towards you gets deeper. It's safe to say I am obsessed with you, Lydia." My heart pounded. I moved away. "David, please leave. We are done, and there is nothing I can do about it. My heart belongs to someone else." I looked away, even though my heart said something else. I wasn't ready to break my walls for a man who betrayed years of my commitment to him. I was done.

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Real close. “You don’t get to mourn her.” I seethed, my grip on him tightening. His tears soaked his cheeks. Pathetic. “I loved her—” “You never loved her,” I spat. “You wanted to own her. That’s not love. That's obsession, you bastard.” It was crazy. I never thought I would differentiate between love and obsession. I had been obsessed at first, but it grew into love, but now it seemed like it was going to be cut short before seeing the light of day.

Jasmine meant everything to him, and he would do anything to protect her. "You're obsessed with her." That sentence always echoed in Seth's ears whenever he recalled his conversation with Danzell. Even his own father had expressed the same thing. However, Seth didn't care. To Seth, whether it was obsession, love, or any other madness, one thing was clear: Jasmine must always be in his grip. Jasmine was the center of his universe, and Seth would never let anything or anyone disturb that balance.

“Try to touch her again, and I’ll bury you in a hole so deep your own ghosts won’t find you.” She smiled sweetly. “So protective.” I stood up. “This was a mistake.” She grabbed my wrist, nails digging into my skin. “You started this,” she hissed. “Don’t forget who you called in the middle of the night when you thought you were dying inside. Needed someone to take the edge off. Don’t pretend that didn’t happen.” I yanked my hand free. “It was five minutes, Vanessa. You spun it into a fantasy.” “And you turned her into an obsession,” she snapped. “I won’t let her ruin you.”

"Your mother was doomed because of those human and of her inherent power which is why she must be the one needs to faced the danger of this kingdom when it was about to collapse. Keep your power undetected by anyone here inside the entire kingdom of Arcticus because that will leads you to your own death. "Now, tell me Samantha! Who is heavier for you there your heart? Is it the entire kingdom of Arcticus or is it your stubbornness? How could you dare to see all of us here will be killed one day? The destruction of the entire ocean and even the cause your own death! Samantha?” sermons of Alenna that penetrated her heart. “Forgive me Hatiya Alenna, I will not repeat my blasphemous actions. I p

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

So why do I want to run away? When I met him, I understood. I know it's an awful cliché, but my brain saw clearly. The freshness of this feeling intoxicated me, and I let myself be trapped. Again. Like yesterday. I blame myself like a woman on a diet who sneaked a bite of two croissants on the spot. They gave me extreme satisfaction at the time. I would even ask for a third if my pockets weren't suffering so much, but I have to be sensible myself.

He had been to my room a million times, so he wasn't embarrassed about using it. His stance afforded me a terrific view of his body. His toned body was pressing against his tight shirt. He was the Beta of the pack, therefore, he was powerful and frightening, but he was cute in my eyes. I was pleasantly ogling his physique when he spotted me. He looked away from me, his cheeks flushed from the attention, and I'm guessing he realized I was staring.