The Sweet Obsession
Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering.
A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold.
"I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones.
His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down.
I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light.
"Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?"
Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics.
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He was her rock, her best friend, her first love.
He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor
She was his everything. His obsession.
Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time.
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Chapter 4
The sun shone down through the curtains temporarily blinding me as I tried to get a grasp on my surroundings. Groggily wiping the sleep from my eyes I groaned as I trudged into the bathroom.
"God I hate mornings" I whispered to myself getting ready to brush my teeth. Just then, mid-swish of my brush the memory of last night hit me full force, knocking the breath from my lungs.
He was here, he had been in my room, forgetting all about the hygiene routine I rushed into my room, looking for a sign to prove it wasn't a dream.
I could have continued brushing my teeth, spent a little longer convincing myself it was a dream but no, somewhere in that demented mind of mine I just had to let my eye catch the sight of the scrapbook. Lying face down from when he slammed it in anger, at the foot of my bed.
Sighing, I let myself be submerged in a new found numbness. "Crap, what the hell do I do now" picking up the book, I threw it onto my desk, suddenly sick of the sight of my room.
"Morning" I weakly smiled, pushing any thoughts of last night from my mind. And to think I had spent more than a healthy amount of time imagining what I would do when he ever came back, yet all I did was freeze and bend to his every whim.
"Morning sweetie, I'm making eggs, they should be ready in a couple minutes" my mom hummed, bustling her way around the kitchen. "Where's dad?" I questioned, picking at my nails. "He ran out to get milk and orange juice" she smiled refocusing her attention on the food.
Impulsively I stood up and wrapped my arms around her. The warmth was nice and I knew I needed this after last night. I was scared, not so much for myself but for my parents. "Awh thanks sweetie, is everything okay?" she reciprocated the hug, pulling me in close as I basked in her motherly aura.
"Yeah, I just really love you is all" I mumbled hiding my face in her arm as she awed at my sudden display of affection. Stepping back, I deflected her curious eyes as I plopped myself onto the kitchen stool.
"Are you going to be okay for school tomorrow?" she enquired, stirring something. "Yeah, of course, I'm better now mom, I promise" I reassuringly nodded, she didn't need me adding to her stresses of life.
"What do you mean? We should have been notified, I swear to god, you better stop making excuses and actually do your job for once" the booming voice of my dad could be heard from outside the house.
Exchanging worried glances with my mom we rushed towards the door, a furlong expression evident on my dad's face as he entered the house.
"Hey darling, is everything okay? Who was that?" taking the cartons from my dad I headed for the fridge. "That idiot of an attorney we hired" he sighed, dropping into a kitchen stool as he rubbed the top of his head in frustration.
"Noah was released yesterday morning, and no one thought to tell us, I mean we only found out about the parole offer yesterday evening, what kind of idiots do they let into the law sector these days" he spit out, clearly riled up.
I tensed at his information, I already knew this of course, but with my parents knowing, it would make things so much more dangerous. "What, are you serious, that's outrageous, we should have been told the moment any decisions were made" my mom flung the cloth as I grimaced at the tension in the room.
I had to play dumb, convince them this was my first time with any knowledge, "but I thought they only put in for parole yesterday?" I asked, cursing my tone for seeming so relaxed.
"They did, or at least that's what we have been told, money works fast in the world" he sighed, his face contorted with stress. "It's, its okay, he isn't stupid enough to come near me after a year in prison" I tensed at the look they exchanged.
I guess even they weren't gullible enough to believe it. "We just need you to be extra careful, straight to and from school, phone on you at all times and do not go out unless we've told you it was okay" he explained.
"So basically, what I've been doing for the last year" I laughed, clearly being the only one who found humour in it as a stern look was sent my way.
"I'll be careful, I promise" I assured sighing in defeat, it was always stress central and of course I understood why better than anyone else but it got so tiring.
"I need to go meet the attorney, but I should be back before dinner" my dad stoically announced, "but I have to work today" my mom replied alarmed.
Trying to hide my internal panic at what was about to happen I butted in, "I'll be okay home alone, I promise, I'll lock all the doors and windows and even arm myself with a knife."
It was by no means my smartest idea but the look of gratitude on my dad's face was enough to have me smiling proudly. "Are you sure, I'm sorry about this sweetie", "I'm certain" I buried my fears and smiled.
"I should be back by four, please stay safe and I love you" my mom kissed my forehead, sending shivers down my spine at the memory of Noah doing that last as she scurried out of the house.
I hadn't even noticed her in her work clothes, maybe I was a little more preoccupied with my thoughts than I originally assumed. Soon enough, I was left alone, defenseless with nothing but a plate of eggs and my racing heart.
The numbness had been lifted and in its place was adrenaline from every little noise I heard. Trying to focus on the movie, I snuggled into my blanket. I jumped out of my skin at the massive bang that rang throughout the house.
Clutching the handle of the knife I had equipped myself with, I did what any sane person would and locked myself in the downstairs bathroom,
holding my breath as footsteps sounded from the upstairs hallway.
Oh god, this was a bad idea, a very bad idea. I didn't expect him to act so soon or to be so accurate in his timing. "You're okay" I quietly chanted over and over again while squeezing my eyes shut.
My grip on the knife handle had become painful but I wasn't about to loosen it anytime soon. The footsteps increased in volume, convincing me I wasn't just being paranoid.
Rummaging through my pockets I felt my hands shake at the realisation my phone was still out there on the couch. "Crap, crap, crap" tears stung my eyes painfully as my erratic heartbeat just seemed to get faster.
"Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby
As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine
Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby
Nothing's gonna take you from my side"
My skin felt like ice when I heard it. He was gently singing, not just any song, it was the song we played on our first official date. The lump lodged in my throat made it painful to swallow just like how the pit in my stomach made it hard to stand up straight.
Focusing on my unsteady breath I tried to drone out the approaching sound, I needed a distraction, anything, I'd even use the feeling of the knife in my hands albeit the death grip was causing my hands to cramp.
A high pitched scream left my lips as my body jumped into the air at the loud bang of the bathroom door I was seeking refuge in. "Ah found you little bug" he chuckled, twisting the door knob back and forward.
Pressing into the sink, the furthest point from the door, I readied myself, bringing the knife up in front of me which shook in the air from my lack of composure in such a situation.
"Embry, darling, open the door" his voice pleaded, it sounded dangerous, the tone was enough to have my stomach feel like it's insides were being ripped apart.
"Open the GODDAMN DOOR EMBRY" his voice suddenly became violent and sobs racked through my body.
It was easy to assume he was throwing his body against the door as the wood began to splinter, sending my hysterics to another level. "No, no, no please" I begged, scrunching my eyes closed tight hoping to disappear.
My cries were desperate as the door came crashing down, my heart painfully throbbing in my chest at the crazed eyes that met mine. Bracing myself, I charged at him with the knife, praying I didn't kill anybody because I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt.
I screamed out as my wrist was grabbed and bended unnaturally, "drop the knife and I won't break your wrist" he seethed, his long fingers encasing my small wrist. Dropping the knife with a pained breath, I clutched my hand to my chest as he released my bruised bone.
Taking one look at his sadistic smirk, I knew I had no choice but to fight, it wouldn't play out like last night did. Running for the door, I fumbled with the handle, it was locked and the key had been taken.
"No, no, no, god please no" I whimpered as his slow taunting footsteps got closer. Making a go for the back door, I let the tears blur my vision when I came to the same result as I did with the front door.
"Why are you being so difficult, princess, huh?" he breathed out, merely cm's behind me as I pushed the front of my body into the door, trying to create as much space between us as I could.
Grabbing my waist he forcefully turned me to face him, "you should know better than anyone, there's no point in trying to avoid the inevitable" his smile was mocking. I couldn't do anything but ferociously shake my head no as my sobs rang out throughout the house.
"Eh eh eh, no more fighting me" he harshly shoved me against the door, restraining my flailing arms in his hands. I knew I was running out of time, and I was too panic stricken to think of anything rationally so I let my instincts take over and kneed him between the legs.
With a grunt he stumbled backwards, giving me space to run, and so that's what I did, I sprinted to the couch to get my phone. Flipping through cushions my chest became restricted as I realised it wasn't here anymore.
I jumped in panic as he stood in the doorway, his face full of anger as he snarled at me. Backing up slowly I looked around for a weapon, too distracted I didn't notice as he lunged at me.
Struggling under his body weight on the floor, I froze at the sight of the needle. "No, no, Noah, please I don't like needles, please don't" I screamed out, desperate to be away from that object. Finally overpowering me, I laid limply underneath him, my eyes wide with fear.
"Shh, I know, I know, but I don't have a choice so stay still" he soothed, patting down my hair as he prepped my arm to be stabbed. "Please, stop, stop" I begged, trying to wiggle my hips out from underneath him. My face drowning with my fearful tears.
"I'm sorry baby."
And with those three words everything went dark.
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9.3
I woke up in a freezing, desolate wasteland, my body weak and covered in sores. A mechanical voice in my head informed me that I was a defective rabbit-mutant, and if I didn't conceive within twenty-four hours, I would die permanently.
The terror was suffocating, but the system left me no choice. To survive the brutal cold and the decay of my own heartbeat, I had to force a pregnancy with a stranger.
I stumbled through the snow, my fingers turning blue, until I found a massive, wounded Arctic Fox-mutant in a dark cave. He was a Tier-9 predator, dying and radiating the exact heat I needed to stay alive. I threw away my dignity, crawling into his fur to merge our energies, desperate to trigger the life-reset protocol before my time ran out.
I felt like a monster, forcing myself onto a man who didn't even know I existed, just to keep my own heart beating. How could I ever face him if he woke up? Why did I have to be the one to pay the price for this twisted, mechanical ultimatum?
The fusion was a success, but when I woke up the next morning, the apex predator had me pinned under his massive claws, his fangs inches from my throat. I didn't beg for mercy. I stared into his feral, ice-blue eyes and made a deal that would change everything: I would be his anchor, and he would be my protector. But then I dropped the final, terrifying truth: I was pregnant, and he was the only one who could save us.
7.8
Nara has spent her whole life at the bottom of the pack.
The weak wolf.
The girl no one defends.
The one everyone believes will never shift, never matter, and never belong.
All she wants is to live quietly and survive another day without being beaten or humiliated.
But the Moon Goddess has a different plan.
During a rogue attack, Nara crosses paths with Alpha Kael Draven-a powerful, ruthless leader known for his strength... and his curse. The moment their eyes meet, the mate bond snaps into place with a force that shocks them both.
Kael rejects her instantly.
A weak mate is the last thing he wants.
But as he walks away, the bond does not break.
Instead, it burns.
Soon, strange things begin happening around Nara-her wounds heal too fast, shadows move when she panics, and wolves who once mocked her now fear her. Whispers spread. Someone demands her capture. And Kael, the Alpha who tried to reject her, suddenly can't stay away.
As an ancient prophecy resurfaces, Nara learns she is the last descendant of a lost bloodline-one powerful enough to break Kael's curse... or unleash a darkness even he cannot control.
Now hunted by enemies, betrayed by those she trusted, and torn between the Alpha who wounded her and the destiny she never wanted, Nara must rise from weakness to strength.
Because Kael's life is tied to hers.
Her power is awakening.
And the bond that was meant to be broken might be the one thing that saves them both-
or destroys their entire world.
9.5
For two years, I lived as a ghost in the Horn manor, a world built on blood money where my every breath was monitored. Fulton Horn, my stepfather’s nephew and the executor of my life, held the golden leash around my neck, forcing me to play the role of his secret mistress while he paraded a socialite as his fiancée.
Everything shattered at a high-society gala when the scent of raw seafood made me vomit at the feet of Fulton’s future bride. The ballroom erupted in whispers of a secret pregnancy, but Fulton’s reaction wasn't concern—it was cold, predatory calculation.
He immediately forced me into a clinical "inspection" to ensure his "merchandise" was sound, then destroyed my only chance at escape by framing my friend in a scandal and blacklisting my credit. He dragged me to his penthouse, ripped my clothes, and told me I was nothing but a "placeholder" for his dead first love, Arlena.
I was drowning in his obsession, forced to model his fiancée’s engagement gown while he claimed he was the only one who could "protect" me.
"You are what I say you are," he whispered, "and you belong where I say you belong."
I didn't understand how he could be so cruel, or why he was so determined to keep me in a cage of secrets. But when I looked closer at the photo of the "original" girl he loved, my blood turned to ice. It wasn't a girl named Arlena. It was a picture of me from six years ago, smiling and unbroken.
I realized then that Fulton hadn't just found a replacement—he had spent years carefully destroying the girl I used to be so he could keep the broken pieces for himself. Reaching for the hidden keycard, I finally made a choice: I would find a way to kill the ghost he loved before he finished killing the woman I had become.
9.2
At the absolute summit of her pop-star career, the stage collapsed beneath Catherine's feet, plunging her into a mechanical black hole.
When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in a hospital, but a savage, primitive forest.
Before a fire-breathing beast could tear her apart, a massive black snake crushed it with a single strike.
The terrifying serpent then transformed into Amon, a towering, heavily scarred man with golden slitted eyes, who swore his life to protect her.
He brought her to his tribe, but instead of safety, they were met with ravenous hunger and disgust.
The tribe's males stared at Catherine's fragile human body like a rare breeding prize, while treating Amon like garbage.
"He's a cursed, cold-blooded freak! His rut will tear you to pieces!"
The Chief sneered, pointing a thick, accusing finger at Amon.
"By tribal law, you must mate with our strongest tiger and bear shifters to give us powerful cubs!"
Humiliated, Amon's broad shoulders slumped, his fists trembling in suffocating shame as he prepared to back away.
Catherine's heart pounded with fierce, burning anger.
When she was about to be eaten, Amon was the only one who bled for her.
Where were these arrogant bullies then? Why should she let them treat her savior like a monster?
As the tribe's strongest warriors swarmed forward to claim her, Catherine stepped directly in front of Amon's lethal claws.
"I don't need any of you," she declared, her voice cutting through the chaos.
"I will mate with Amon and take his beast mark today!"
8.6
It was my birthday, but instead of celebrating, I was bleeding on the floor of my own bedroom. My sister Serena had just smashed a champagne bottle over my legs, her eyes filled with a dark madness because our father allowed me to wear the family diamonds.
To escape her, I bolted into a pitch-black guest suite, only to be grabbed by a man who felt like a wall of solid muscle. He was drugged, unstable, and pinned me against the wall, his teeth sinking into my neck in a primal claim that left a permanent mark.
I managed to flee, but the nightmare was just beginning. My father didn't care about my injuries; he only cared that I had "insulted" the man in that room—Delos French, the most powerful CEO in New York. He threatened to stop paying for my mother’s critical care facility unless I went to Delos and begged for his forgiveness.
My brother Julian was even worse, intentionally pouring scalding coffee over my bandaged wounds just to see me flinch. They forced me into a revealing gold dress, treating me like a high-priced commodity to be sold to the highest bidder to save their failing company.
I didn't understand how the people who were supposed to love me could be more predatory than the monster in the dark. I had spent my life fixing their scandals, yet they were ready to throw me to the wolves the moment I became useful as a pawn.
But when I stood before Delos French at his gala, he didn't see a trophy. He recognized my scent, my touch, and the fire in my eyes. He trapped me in his private lounge, kneeling to clean the blood from my injured feet.
"Marry me," he whispered, his voice a low, terrifying growl. "And I will give you the power to burn your family to the ground."
I looked into the eyes of the man who had hunted me and realized he was the only one offering me a weapon to destroy the people who had broken me.
"Okay," I whispered.
9.6
For a decade, I was the perfect wife to tech mogul Carson Jarvis. I cleaned up every scandal and endured every affair, trapped by my father's "poison pill" inheritance clause that would leave me with nothing if I divorced him.
His latest mistress was pregnant, but that wasn't what finally broke me. It was when he shut down our mansion's power grid for their tryst-and turned off my grandmother's life support.
He murdered her.
At a charity auction days later, he paraded his new love while she announced her pregnancy. When I confronted her for stealing my money, Carson watched as his guards broke my arm, leaving me bleeding on the floor while he comforted her.
He thought I was his unbreakable wife, a possession with nowhere else to go. He expected me to clean up this mess, just like all the others.
He was wrong. As I watched him shield her during the chaos of an explosion I secretly arranged, I knew my old life was over.
Tonight, the world would learn of my death. And with it, Carson Jarvis would lose everything.