The Sweet Obsession Book Novels & Stories

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.

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.

It sank into my skin like heat on a fevered night, impossible to ignore. No matter how many times I reached for myself, desperate for release beneath the covers, the craving refused to die. It grew instead, wild and untamed. It wasn't about lust anymore. It was something darker. Deeper. Obsession. A low, pathetic kind of ache that hollowed out my insides. “Soren, it’s almost lunch. Want to grab food with me?” Samuel’s voice broke through my thoughts like a stone through glass. He waltzed in like he always did—like the room belonged to him—carrying that crooked grin that made him both charming and impossible to ignore.

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

Next week, though? Next week, I'm going to push harder. And eventually, he's going to break. They always do. Author's Note to Reader (Sloane's voice) You think I'm obsessed. You're right. You think this is going to end badly. You're probably right about that too. But here's the thing about obsession—it feels good. It feels like purpose. Like having something to wake up for. And yeah, maybe I'm fucking with his head. Maybe I'm being manipulative and selfish and destructive. But I'm nineteen. Isn't that what nineteen-year-olds do? Besides, he's the adult. He's the professional. If he really wanted me to stop, he'd terminate our sessions. Send me to someone else. But he hasn't. And that tells m

"You'll leave Ryan, because I know deep down, you want me. Who do you think of when you touch yourself?" "You." I blurt out without thinking, and my eyes widen. A smug look takes over his handsome face. He leans close until his lips are inches away from mine. "All you need is someone to channel all that pent up hunger into." He whispers. "All that longing, all that passion. Let me give you a hobby, cupcake. Let me show you the darkness you crave for." I gulp softly. This is what I've always wanted. And this mysterious, unhinged stranger who sets me ablaze with a single look is offering it to me on a golden platter.

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

But I’m not giving up so easily. I press a delicate kiss to his neck. Featherlight. Teasing. Enough to make him shiver. I kiss him again, and his body stills. “You’re just irresistible, Jace,“ I murmur against his skin, my lips brushing against him with every word. “I can’t help wanting you. I have an unhealthy obsession with you.“ His body stills, his breathing halts for a moment, as if my confession has thrown him off balance. I kiss his neck again, savoring the way he stiffens beneath my touch.

"...Matt will not allow you to do this either." I think I might have said the wrong thing, because her expression seemed to harden at the mention of Matt. "Don't you dare mention his name again!" She hissed, her eyes flaring. She suddenly chuckled cruelly, "Oh dear, it appears you really do not know him that well, do you?" Her lips formed a sickenly sweet smile that was anything but innocent. "He would not allow this, sure. But only because he would rather put you through the hell himself. Just like he did before." She chuckled. "He is obsessed with you, and you know what obsession does to a person? It makes you run insane! That is what Matt is going through because of you." With those words

He paused at a doorway, stumbling upon an half-opened door curiosity got the best of him as he stepped into the room The room was decorated in a fine taste of matrimony harmony, walking closely to one of his paintings he realized it was one of his many works, as he became mesmerized by his works and particularly didn't notice the figure who was standing behind him “What are you doing here”, Her tone was calmly firm Sebastian's eyes met Eleanor's, and his eyes glistened with scoundrel. "It's a lovely house you have here, isn't it?" he said, Eleanor's face hardened, her voice firm but uncertain. "I want you to leave." Sebastian didn't respond as he took a step forward towards her as he watched