Why Are You Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

I couldn’t even explain to myself why I’d done it. I hated Rhea. I spent every waking moment thinking of ways to make her life hell. But the second Camilla’s mouth opened to talk shit about her, something inside me snapped. It was territorial. Primal. An instinct I couldn’t control. I could treat Rhea like trash. I could break her. But nobody else got to say a fucking word about her. The realization hit me like a freight train: I was obsessed. Completely, mind-bendingly fixated on this girl in a way that was messing with my entire existence.

I knew certainly that she was wondering why the heck I was suddenly being calm with her. She nodded her head, continuously as she replied, “Yeah, anytime. Whenever.” So, why can't it be as easy as this? Why can't she let me claim her and get her out of my fucking system? Was it my determination to claim her, and to make her believe that I always got what I wanted that made me so obsessed with this girl I thought would be a one-night stand? This isn't right. I, admitting that I was indeed obsessed—getting this mad because a girl wanted to cut ties with me, just wasn't right.

"I do like you Marilyn but not the way you think, I just want to make you mine. I am getting obsessed with you, obsessed with your everything (saying while licking his lips as his eyes roaming on me) I am obsessed with your eyes (caressing my eye lashes) Obsessed with your cheeks (rubbing his knuckles softly on my cheeks as I close my eyes leaning towards his touches) Obsessed with your ears (pinching my earlobes) Obsessed with your neck (caressing the hickey that he gave me, his thumb pressing lightly on that spot, making me whimper ) Obsessed with your lips (rubbing my lips softly as I gasp a little) Obsessed with your chest, waist , thighs (his hands were roaming around my whole body, giv

My best friend, Hannah Price, had once asked me on the phone, "What exactly is so special about Adrian Halloway? What's made you love him for fifteen years straight?" I could never put it into words. When we first met, I could list a hundred things I admired about him, but the more I loved him, the less I could explain why. Isn't that what a teenage crush was? No rhyme or reason, just hurling every ounce of love at someone until you hit a wall and can't turn back. I closed the journal again. Maybe the thirty-year-old me had been too proud, too unsure of how to act, so she left it to the version of me with only twenty years of memories to choose for her.

“I'm so sorry, I never knew that Pius would take it that far, please.” I walked closer to her, and she looked up at me. Her eyes were filled with tears. “I now know what your problem is, just like your father, you have a thing for obsession. You're obsessed with me, but I'm not. The only person I'm obsessed with is Elena.” “I was there before her, we had a thing before her, how could you do this to me?” I smiled and walked away. She was screaming and calling out my name. I wonder how she'll behave when she finds out that her father has been stripped of his title, and she'll never get to live like that spoiled little princess she has always lived like.

Suddenly a scent rushed into my nostrils and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I looked at him again and felt an intense attraction to him. I gasped. This couldn't be. There had to be some kind of mistake but there was none. The Goddess never made a mistake. I whispered under my breath, loud enough for only the both of us to hear. "Mate..."

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

He sounded so serious and that scared me even more. "Calm down and do nothing. Think of the consequences of your actions; you might get arrested and I'll have to spend the rest of my life alone as a depressed single mother. Don't make such terrible mistakes, think first." I cupped his face. "Do you know how my brain experienced dangerous sparks after seeing how he kissed you, touched you. He has no right to do that, you're mine." He held my waist. "Why are you so obsessive?" "I agreed that I'm obsessive and very possessive of you because I can't bear to live without. I can't stand you being with any other man, I can't even think of it, especially not that asshole, Tyler."

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?