Why Are You Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

“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?

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

Sarah said and Emma nodded. "I know Sarah but I can't fall into the risk of getting pregnant especially by him! No way Sarah. Don't worry everything's going to be fine. I just want him to set his eyes on someone else and then he might forget me" Emma could only hope but she was clearly wrong as she was his passion. His obsession. His drug and his will to live. Without her in his life, Damien wouldn't be able to bear it and might hurt everyone around him.

he said, as I pushed my legs apart on his. His finger throbbed into me, causing my head to fall back and moan. I could feel his shaft in his trousers as it rose to meet my pussy. I rushed to my feet and ran upstairs, my chest burning. This wasn’t love. This was obsession. He was obsessed with me. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone and called Chelsea. “Hey, girl” she answered softly. “Can I come over?” I sobbed. “Of course. What’s wrong?” she asked, but I had already ended the call.

I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them, "I don’t think I have any objections, but why are you so obsessed with sex?" His smirk faltered for a brief moment, his eyes darkening with something deeper, more intense, before he corrected me, his voice barely above a whisper. "No, I’m not obsessed with sex," he said, his fingers tracing the edge of my jawline in the softest touch. "I’m obsessed with you."

“You don’t want me. You just don’t want anyone else to have me. Why do you hate me so much?” Her eyes filled with tears. My fists clenched. She bolted for the door again, but I was faster. I pinned her gently to the wall—not to hurt her, but to make her hear me. “Listen to me, Ellie.” My voice was low, strained. She trembled. “I’m obsessed with you. Everything about you drives me insane. I know you’re young, and I’ve tried to fight it, but... I can’t anymore.” “What?” she breathed, eyes wide.

Just if he was a normal person like Aaron. ‘Aaron is also like him’ a voice whispered to her. “But he tries”, she said out loud and Alex looked at her funny. “What?” “Nothing! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” She yelled. “I can’t, I’m obsessed with you. I think about you all the time”. “You see, that is the problem. You don’t love me, you’re obsessed with me, you want to have me, nobody else can have me because you want to have me. Like I’m a fucking piece of paper or something”, she yelled.

Maya's POV People always assume obsession begins loudly they imagine madness appearing overnight and turning ordinary people cruel in a single moment but the truth is uglier because obsession grows quietly. It starts with wanting to be chosen then wanting to matter and then wanting somebody to look at you the way they look at someone else and eventually wanting turns into needing and somewhere between need and desperation you stop recognizing yourself.

Pushing me back, his body climbs onto mine. "I've neglected a lot of things since I met you because I'm so focused on you. So, we need to figure out a way forward. You want to continue the whole kidnapping each other, sure, but that's not enough," he looks at me and waits. "Why's it not enough?" I ask, and he groans. "Because I'm fucking obsessed with you and need to taste you every day, not just once or twice a month," he explains, and I smirk.