You're My Obsession Novels & Stories

“He wasn't even afraid of going to jail, he was always around when no one could see him.” I frowned. “I don't understand. So what did you do to make him leave you alone?” Lourdes was silent for a moment and looked at me with pity. “Because he met you.” Her words fell on me like a bucket of cold water. If I was not sitting I would have fallen because I had a severe dizziness. No, it couldn't be true. "You are his new obsession," she added quietly. "No… it can't be." I tried to convince myself that it was a vile lie.

“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.”

Will I continue to pine for her pussy? I plan to see Jade tonight and try to have a good time. I desperately need to let Tonya go, but the thought of another man touching her drives me insane. All I wanted to do last night was fuck her until I knew she would be too sore to even think about another cock. What the hell is wrong with me? I am not going to think about her or text her for at least a week. After that, I will see how I feel about her. Is this love or obsession or lust or something else? I do not know how I feel.

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.

“Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?” Maya added, more cautiously, “Yeah, Reinna. You said he’s possessive. That’s a red flag. Does he love you, or does he just love the control and the amazing sex you give him? Because if he was fighting it so hard, maybe he’s still fighting the idea of falling in love with his step-sister, and the love he confessed is really just the crazy lust.” The words hit me like a physical punch. I felt all the blood drain from my face.

Book a venue? *"And,"* he continued, voice steady, *"I told them I already had someone in mind."* *"Oh."* Wait— OH. My throat dried. Did he— No. NO WAY. I swear if this goes the way I think it's going, I might actually faint. *"Who?"* I whispered before I could stop myself. He looked right at me. *"You."* I guess I'm jumping off something. *"Hear me out,"* he said quickly, seeing my expression.

“I should probably make at least one responsible decision tonight.” “That sounds boring.” I smiled faintly despite myself before tying the robe around my waist. My gaze drifted downstairs through the glass overlooking the club floor again. The dancers moved confidently beneath the dim lights while people watched them like art. “You like watching them,” Reed noticed. “I think I like what it represents.” “And what’s that?” I leaned lightly against the window. “Control. Freedom." I missed feeling wanted because I chose it. Not because someone claimed me. Working here suddenly didn’t sound crazy anymore.

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.

"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.