Novel & Cerita The Sweet Obsession Book

The patterns rose and fell slightly with his breathing, as if his deep-seated greed for money had materialized into some kind of scar after being in contact with my body. My nausea was instantly suppressed by an icy hunger. I no longer saw him as a despicable liar, but rather a ripe honey source to be harvested. Disgust turned into scrutiny. My gaze on him was like that of someone evaluating livestock close to the end of its life. I grabbed Nicholas' wrist, and his skin was hot, like it was on fire. The moment I stepped into Dewy Honey Shop, the cloyingly sweet honey scent intensified tenfold. It was like invisible syrup flooding my lungs. It almost made me nauseous, yet it simultaneously st

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

"Could have fooled me." "I'm not." Her voice was softer now. "I was in love with you. Part of me still is. But that's not why I'm writing this book. I'm writing it because the world needs to understand what obsession looks like. What love looks like. What happens when two broken people find each other." Damian stared at her. "Then why does it feel like a threat?" Dr. Chen didn't answer. Damian opened the door. He and Sebastian walked out, into the hallway, into the elevator, into the street. The sun was bright. The city was loud. The manuscript was already seared into Damian's

“Caught red-handed.” “It’s not what you think,” I muttered, suddenly very aware of the growing tension in my chest. Jessica, ever the persistent one, ignored my protests and continued scrolling through Dino’s photos. “Oh, come on, Eloise. It’s only fair that we get a glimpse of what’s been on your mind. I mean, the man is literally everywhere, right? CEO of Prestige Global, former high school bully, and now...a walking nightmare?” “Please don’t make it worse,” I groaned, slouching down in my seat. But Jessica was already too deep in her mission to listen.

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

I bet those pitch black eyes would look delicious filled with fear, fresh off a run. I thought the only upside to this little pit stop was that I’d be in their home. Closer to Gavin, closer to the top, closer to more information that Oz could use to fuck up their shit, but every time Sweetness moves it’s adding more upsides to the list. She knocks into someone, stilling immediately, and if I wasn’t so distracted by the way her perfect curves sway as she walks, I would have identified this problem sooner. Gavin.

another man's arms. The days go by, and he continues to observe her through the security camera, I would like that, like when I first arrived at the company, she would make the slightest mistake, but now she does her job perfectly, she has no reason to attract his attention, He only dedicates himself to observing her through the monitor on his screen. One day he feels that he must follow her and provoke an apparently "chance" encounter, he could not bear the mere idea of ​​having her close and not being able to touch her, not being able to caress her, not being able to make her his, his obsession and his desire for her, were a feeling that with the passing of the days didn't even let him fal

Natalia blurts "Helping you with what?" "My... For finding my Aunt, I'm really appreciative" She says "Ok" Dane replies and continues reading the book on his hand She nervously curls her fingers "Is that all?" He turns to her sharply "Yes" she nodded and left He smirks and turns back to the book he was reading. "Natalia please.. I wanna go" Kate insisted as she follows Natalia around the house "Kate, why don't you get it? The bar is not a nice environment, you won't like the smell of alcohol and at times the drunk customers tend to misbehave" Natalia said

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

The quiet after victory is never truly quiet. It just waits for the next storm to whisper its name. Months had passed since the final battle at the cliffs. The beach house had become our sanctuary again. Hope was growing fast, her laughter filling the rooms like sunlight. Mia was thriving at college and coming home on weekends with stories that made us all smile. John and I had settled into a rhythm that felt almost normal. But the encrypted messages never stopped. They arrived like clockwork, always warning that the obsession had passed to a new generation.