Novel & Cerita The Sweet Obsession Book

I replied lightly. He finally smiled. "You're smart. I guess I should read more books now." I chuckled, then asked. "What do you think about it? Love and obsession." He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. "I think obsession is a darker form of love. It's more intense than whatever you think love is. It is raw and messy. It doesn't lie the way love does." I stayed quiet, trying to understand him. Well, he had his own perspective just like I had mine.

Instead, it had turned waiting into its own quiet affliction, and I had never been a man who counted time this way, not for a person, not for anticipation that lived too close to hope. And yet by Thursday, I could have told you exactly how many candles had burned down in the side chapel since she left, the numbers of masses I had stood through without seeing her in the third pew on the right. How many times my gaze had moved to the church doors before I'd caught myself. I had become observant in all the wrong directions, and I knew, better than most, that observation left unchecked was only ever the first step toward something worse. (Obsession)That was the word I refused to use — even in si

But not for long. My men would continue to watch her. Not touch. Not interfere. I wanted her raw, stripped of the world she built around herself. And tonight, it had already begun. The wine. The frustration. The way she kicked off her shoes like she hated everything that had happened the moment she left me. That’s what obsession looks like at the start—small cracks. And cracks spread. I poured myself another drink and returned to the board. Checkmate was inevitable. It always was.

he replied. “And that excuses everything?” I asked. “Yeah, safe. Right,” I scoffed. How could I be safe when Sophia was out there breathing and thinking of the best way to kill me and my kids. He moved, and I blocked his path. He was hiding something, and I knew it. “You owe me answers. A lot of them. Why?” I demanded. “Why is Sophia so obsessed with me?” He looked at me, and his eyes looked downcast for a second before returning to being cold.

Stay tuned for MADDEST OBSESSIONS. Love. NaYa.

Eva woke late into the night, her body heavy, her mind foggy — but her cravings sharp as ever. It had become routine: wake, eat, repeat. She told herself it was just the pregnancy, but deep down, she knew it was more. It was fear. The kind of fear that made every bite feel like a last meal. She didn’t just crave food — she craved control. In a world where everything could be taken from her at any moment, food was the only thing she could give herself without question.

The desire that burned deeper than the hottest aphrodisiac ever bred. His hand reached for her perky nipples and he picked one against his finger, rubbing the pad of his thumb against it while burying his face against her collarbone— sniffing the intoxicating scent of her. A perfect blend of sweetness and seduction. She was his obsession in every fucking away right and hell! Every moment pushed him to the insane edge of obsession—he feared he would lose it.

Hehehe Anyways, all I just want to tell you is that don't be obsessed. Whether the person you love does not want you or you are in a relationship, keep obsession out of it. Love is sweet. Taste it ~Author Honeybeehive POV~ Thank you for giving my book a chance, couldn’t have been more grateful. I am really glad I could write this book. I hope one day, when this book goes popular, I will be here to celebrate with you. Thank you once again. Don't forget to check my other books♥️

“Everything about you tastes perfect and I am obsessed with you. It is not healthy, it can’t be.” He tries to keep a straight face but the smile wins and his lips break out in a grin, I find myself smiling back at him widely, like someone that has lost her mind. Maybe I have lost it. But if this is what it feels like, then please, I want some more crazy. “No obsession is healthy,” I mutter playfully. He quirks a brow, tracing my sides with his finger. I swallow thickly, something hot settling in the pit of my stomach.

He's right, after all, she should have asked him before preparing the coffee. "I'll just make another one sir" she muttered, she took the coffee and left the office. Charles touched his forehead in frustration, he shouldn't have overreacted and he knows that, but he just hates it when there is sugar in his coffee, it makes him remember his old past he had long buried. The door opened, he was expecting it to be Hailey but was disappointed to find Mr Monterio entering the room with a lady behind him. Charles scoffed. Like seriously? This early morning?