Why Are You Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

We both laughed, getting into our own business, forgetting the conference meeting we were to attend. "I love you, Eve and I'll forever love you. You're my life and joy. My Obsession, I can't do without you, forever." I said. "I love you too, Justin. Mr Obsession." She teased and we laughed.

“You’re mine now. There’s no way I’m letting you leave. Not after thirty days. Not ever. Ever since the first time I saw you dancing in that club with that mask on, I’ve been completely fixated on you. You’ve taken over my thoughts. My dreams. My fucking soul. I can’t go more than a few minutes without thinking about you, about your body, your voice, the way you looked when you came on my cock.” I stared at him, heart racing wildly. “You can say all of this… but do you even like me? Like, actually like me as a person? Or am I just some obsession you want to sate?” His expression softened for just a fraction of a second, but the raw obsession in his eyes never dimmed.

He understood personal space perfectly—he just chose to ignore it. “Why me?” I choked out. “Huh?” “There are millions of young women in this city—beautiful, talented, whatever type you like. Why fixate on a broken, fat, suicidal mess like me? Why are you obsessed with me?” He took one slow step forward. I took one step back. “Why am I so obsessed with you?” He stared at me as if the answer was obvious. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror?” I looked up. The grin was gone. His expression was dead serious.

Grinning, I sat up straighter in his lap, "First question....Why are you so obsessed with me?" "You're mine....I told you." He didn't even deny the 'obsessed' part. "Why am I yours?" "Because I claimed you." "Why did you claim me?" "Because I like you." "Why do you like me?" "Because you're you." I scowled. "What kind of lame ass answer is that?!" "You're the one asking lame ass questions. Besides, you've already done five. It's my turn." "I only asked four....none of which you've answered properly." I shot him a glare. "Anyway, last one...How did you end up in this business? Did your father---"

“What?” “Do you really like him?” “Yeah, even though I’m not supposed to like him. I messed up with him” Jane cried. “That was also how I met and liked your Dad. Trust me, we met in messy way” Sophia laughed. “Killian even tried to keep me away from him but the love was still at a very high voltage” “Why are you killing my mood with your explosive and lessen pasts?” “What do you mean?” “Do you really have to bring that up now?”

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....

He walked to him. "What's up with your new secretary?" He asked. Charles smiled. "I'm having my revenge" he simply said. "On?" "I won't back down till she brings down that ego of hers" "All this just because you want to f**k her? There are thousands of ladies out there who would gladly jump at the mention of your name not to talk of spending the night with you. Why do you keep insisting on this same girl?" Jace asked. "Why?" Charles asked. Deep down, he also doesn't know the reason why he's doing all this just to have her in his bed.

,I put him against the wall. “He would never hit you and you know it. He may be crazy, but he's even more obsessed with you”, I can't deny that he's right about the one thing that makes Anthony and me alike: the obsession with who we want, and the willingness to run roughshod over anything and everything that stands in the way of our dark happily ever after. And I have no problem admitting it:

I asked, frustration laced in my voice. “I guess you don’t know what obsession means, do you?” Maverick asked, leaning down to my level. “Princess, when you’re obsessed, no one else matters, except that one person. I can’t get you out of my fucking head and you think I will leave you alone?” “Yes. You can, Maverick.” I nodded, trying to convince him, despite knowing he wasn’t convinced and won’t be. “You live rent-free in my head, Kaida. I can’t fucking get over you, not now that I already got a taste of you.”

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.