Within Obsession And Lies Novels & Stories

Thus, it will cause discomfort for one party. The reason was revealed by Dr. Borg told Bustle that, "In obsession, we take a mixed or anticipatory mix of anxiety emotions and shift them into our thinking." So that when someone is afraid of losing, then he will make sure he will not be abandoned by one way of asking for a commitment bond that is too fast in the relationship. • Love is being yourself, but obsession is doing it to get approval. According to relationship expert Marni Kinrys, love is reciprocal. Without being asked or consciously giving and receiving have the same degree in the relationship. But it's different when someone lives it just because of obsession.

Ansel was always like a frozen-hearted man. Xander was increasingly convinced that Ansel was totally overpowered by the charms of Ae Ri. His senses had gone away because of being intoxicated with love. What if Ae Ri was really Qeiza? Xander was still doing his investigation. He had to gather a lot of evidences before revealing all the facts that he knew about Ae Ri to Ansel. “Leave me alone!” “Did you kick me out?” “That’s good if you realized it.” “Okay. Just enjoy meditating in the dark!”

I had noticed this the night I went to her house, she was driving me crazy that I couldn’t get enough of her and I had even ended up telling her that she was the best woman I have ever had. Even though I told myself she wasn’t that kind of woman that would use my obsession over her body to get at me, I was still afraid that she would which was why I promised myself that morning when I was leaving that I won’t give her the opportunity to even use it at me. I had started ignoring her from that day, waiting for the day that she would come threatening to expose everything if I don’t give her some amount of cash. I was ready to give her any amount she mentioned and fire her but still get my money

The other slipped under her blouse, thumb circling her nipple until she whimpered into his mouth. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with obsession. “You can lie to them about the perfect family. You can lie to yourself about how much you hated every second of my cock inside you.” His hand moved lower, palming her through her skirt, rubbing slow, firm circles over her clit. “But your body knows the truth. You’re already wet again, aren’t you?” Lila bit her lip hard to stifle a moan, hips rocking once against his hand before she caught herself. “Someone could walk in—”

I took a sip of wine, trying to steady myself. “Most grooms start with ‘I promise to love and cherish,’” I managed. He stretched an arm along the back of the sofa behind me. Not touching but close enough to cage me in. “I don’t want most grooms’ vows,” he said. “I want vows that make people believe I’m capable of obsession.” My pulse fluttered. “Obsession isn’t romantic.” “It is when it’s mutual.” The words hung heavy between us. I shifted, crossing my legs. The hem of my dress rode higher, and his gaze followed lingering.

Control doesn’t require contact—it requires certainty. “You let her dictate your breathing,” I continue, stopping directly in front of him. “Your posture. Your attention. That isn’t devotion. It’s submission masquerading as loyalty.” He swallows. “She just wants reassurance,” he says, but the words lack conviction. “And you give it,” I reply. “Endlessly. Until there’s nothing left of you that isn’t hers.” His hands curl at his sides. “You don’t know her.” “I don’t need to.” I tilt my head slightly, studying him the way I would a negotiation that’s already decided. “Obsession always sounds the same. It demands access. It demands proof. It demands you shrink so it can feel larger.”

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

"Don’t." "I'm not judging you." His tone remained composed. "Savannah, all I need is the truth. Because the valley burns if Grayson Cole wants to go to war with you." I let out a bitter laugh. "You think this is about love?" "No," Dominic said, his face growing serious. "I believe it has to do with obsession. And truthfully, obsession is worse. Outside, lightning cracked. The whole room flashed white for a moment. Suddenly, I recalled being in the grain storehouse when I was sixteen.

Her need, her craving, the way she trusted him so completely… it had taken root inside him. She leaned forward, placing a hand lightly on his, eyes locking with his. “Then I guess… we’re both addicted.” Dr. Hale swallowed. The obsession had begun — for both of them, then who was going to be their therapist. He leaned in forward, letting his fingers trail lightly along her arm, up to her shoulder, and across her collarbone. She moaned softly, pressing into his hand as if it anchored her spinning obsession. “Breathe,” he murmured with a voice low and steady. “Focus on the sensations.”

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Obsession is the most dangerous muse. Tonight’s confession is about a brilliant but deeply disturbed artist who found his perfect living canvas online. What started as distant admiration became kidnapping, captivity, and the most intimate, twisted form of artistic possession. This one is dark, psychological, and intensely erotic. Here is the confession of “Stalker’s Muse.” --- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse**