Novel & Cerita The Sweet Obsession Book

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.

"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.

Addictive. I stepped closer, my body heat enveloping her, and let my hands roam freely now. Starting at her shoulders, I caressed down her arms, feeling the soft fabric of her blouse under my palms, the warmth of her skin beneath. "Do you know what I want from you, Elena?" I whispered into her ear, my lips brushing the sensitive shell, sending goosebumps racing across her flesh. "Not just your obedience. Your surrender. Every gasp, every moan—they'll be mine. Your body will feed my desires, and in return, I'll give you everything you need."

Just her and the work and the plan laid out in the notebooks stacked neatly at the end of the bench. She pulled the first notebook toward her. Opened it. Her own handwriting from three years ago. Neat and precise and completely certain about everything it was doing. *Subject profile: Damien Voss. CEO Voss Industries. Age 31. Psychological assessment consistent with primary psychopathy with elevated fixation markers. History of obsessive attachment to objects and concepts. No documented romantic relationships. Suspected olfactory sensitivity above baseline. Potential susceptibility to compound V7 estimated at 89% based on psychographic modeling.*

Elena’s POV Why do forbidden things taste sweeter? Like melted caramel—sweet, dangerous, yet impossible to resist. Some wild part of us still wants a taste. Just once. Until we realize we’re trapped. That’s how my addiction to my dad’s best friend started. I bet sometimes you’ve imagined how the world would be if Eve hadn't taken that greedy bite… Just maybe your dirty soul will be saved. Well, I’m sorry, because for Dominic Mercer, I’d take a greedy bite. Again. And again, until I drag the world into my darkness.

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An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

The room felt warmer and more intimate. I opened the box and took out the vibrator. It was smooth, curved, and surprisingly heavy in my palm. My cheeks burned as I turned it on. The low, powerful buzz filled the quiet room, making my stomach flutter. I lay back against my pillows, heart racing. Before I could overthink it, I opened I*******m and went straight to Ezekiel’s profile. There it was — the most liked video that I had also been obsessed with for weeks.

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

Jayden whispered with a deadly smirk in his lips. "Obsession is intoxicating. It seems sweet at first but you won't even realize when it slowly will take over your life. " Kindly Do Vote and give reviews! Chapter will be updated soon.