The Sweet Obsession Book Novels & Stories

That day, I decided she would be mine, no matter what it took. I reached for the small bowl of sweets on my desk, unwrapping one with deliberate care. The sugary taste spread across my tongue as I sucked on it, the sweetness mirroring the satisfaction I felt. She was under my roof now, sharing my space, my life. And soon, she’d share my heart completely. Very soon, she’d see there was no escape from me. She’d fall for me. I’d make sure of it. I chuckled to myself. I never thought I was capable of feeling like this. This kind of obsession, this consuming need. But Callie was worth every bit of it.

“It was you who tore your own sources of happiness, Janice Valeria Khoe! It was your own obsession which tore your happiness as well as exhilaration! I’d told and told you for quite many and many times already... I don’t possess the similar love feeling towards you... It was you yourself who carried on drowning and drowning yourself within your own imagination which turned out to be an obsession. Had you been able to release yourself from your own obsession as well as attachment, you wouldn’t have been leading such vastly difficult and also immensely tormenting life like this. So, tell me now... Who’s torn her own sources of happiness as well as exultance?” narrated Sugar Aquarius quite long

She asked back, confused. “The love bite I had just made on your neck.” Jacob whispered in her ear and she sucked her breath feeling shy and embarrassed. Jacob kissed her cheek and than walked out of the stairs smiling happily. As he left, Martha stared at him wondering why he looked so happy today? … At night, Martha baked a cake for Jacob and went to his room as she saw him in good mood she thought of using this opportunity to impress him. Her real motive was to seduce him as she was wearing a very tiny sleep dress that was covered with a robe over it.

He felt his tongue clung to the roof his mouth and his beautiful lips suddenly became parched in thirst. He knew the feeling. He had experienced it everytime for over a thousand times. She sure knew how to get him hooked. The dry feeling in him became more enhanced and he instantly knew he didn't have time to waste. She was the only one who could quench his thirst the same way she was the one who had started it. The thirsty feeling she had ignited in him could only be quenched by sucking on her nipples till they became sore and she begged him to stop. He had done that a lot of times that he had lost count of it. He still couldn't get the taste of them out of his mouth. Each time, he took tho

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Deep down, I was seething. It had nothing to do with love but regrets. I had the same dissatisfaction that one feels after swallowing a huge apple pie. When you do, it's sweet, fresh, tasty. But then? What's left? I blame my sorrows. I had sex with Paul while he was making love to me. He whispered words to me that I don't even want to repeat. Tender words, but I don't want them anymore.

Maddox The scent hit me before he even stood up from the table. Sweet, slick, charged with something primal that clung to the air like invisible steam. I could taste it on the back of my tongue, even if I kept my jaw tight and my breathing shallow. Omegas in pre-heat always smelled potent, but there was something about this one. It was something I couldn’t quite put a name to. Like the scent was made just for me.

Caleb looked at her with annoyance. “Wow Em, only you can get the always calm and composed Caleb annoyed” Eric glanced at him,a smirk tugging at his lips. While the four people laughed and chatted, Anubis stood in front of a white and blue temple, the air was filled the scent of chrysanthemums as he entered. Every corner of the temple spoke of elegance and history. “Isis” Aunbis' voice echoed through the hallways. “Show yourself” “Isis” he called out again.

Pretty lies instead of the ugly truth staring them in the face. Cole tilts his head, studying the painting again. Something shifts in his expression—curiosity mixed with something darker. "So what do you see?" My jaw flexes. Heat crawls up my spine just thinking about it. "Obsession," I say. "That sick, beautiful addiction where you'd rather suffocate than let go. They're smiling while the ropes cut deeper. That's not love—that's needing someone so fucking bad you don't care if it destroys you both."