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 6
I urged my feet to move, for me to run after him and demand an explanation for his statement. I knew he was bluffing, he had to have been, there wasn't a body and my parents wouldn't be stupid enough to believe a note with no other evidence.
But there was a voice in the back of my head who kept telling me that if anybody would be able to pull such a thing off it would be Noah. I knew as well as the voice did that I would want to push off hearing his side of the story for as long as I could.
So, instead of bolting after him and making him tell me the truth or letting the prospect bring me to my knees as I broke apart inside, I followed my original plan and listened to his order. I was going to shower.
It only took me about 10 checks of the lock on the door to convince myself he wouldn't be able to barge in while I was showering, at least another 5 minutes studying the bruising on my face from him but I finally showered and I felt slightly better afterwards.
I had spent the entire shower planning how I was going to confront him on his little claim. The thought of it made my stomach turn but each time a spark of worry lit in me I pushed it down with the reassurance he was lying.
Here I stood, fully cleaned and dressed, facing the bedroom door. All I needed to do was reach my hand out and pull the door open but the idea of what could happen on the other end of this door was enough to make me freeze.
I inhaled and as I did yesterday before my walk, I swung the door open and marched out of it before I had time to convince myself not to. Quietly making my way downstairs, I saw no sign of Noah, the front door calling me, begging me to run through it.
Movement from the kitchen made me freeze in my tracks, I guess that answered the internal dilemma on escaping for me. "Embry, baby, come here" he sounded chirpy, a lot happier than he did when he was lying straight to my face.
Shuffling into the kitchen, I shyly stood in the corner examining the kitchen. The cabinets were a dark turquoise colour and the countertops a brown colour, the colours were very outgoing but they were nice nonetheless.
"Hey beautiful, how was your shower?" he hummed while stirring sauce in a pan. "G-good" I was trying to build up the courage to ask him about what he had said but every time I have the words on the tip of my tongue no sound comes out.
"I'm just making pasta for dinner, it's your favourite so I thought it would be nice" he looked at me occasionally expecting some sort of reaction but I was too preoccupied.
"N-noah" I whispered, cursing myself for sounding so scared, "yes little bug" he nodded, "earlier, y-you said ab-about my parents think-thinking that I had co-commited suicide" my voice trailed off at the end becoming quiet.
"I did" he countered uninterestedly, "well, wh-what did you m-mean by that?" I began fidgeting with the ring on my finger, another habit I partook in when nervous.
"I meant what I said" his tone was bored as my eyebrows scrunched in frustration. I was going to have to spell everything out for him wasn't I.
"I, well, it's n-not, not possible" I explained as nothing about his posture changed, he continued with his task as if this wasn't a big deal. "And why not?" he retorted, balling my hands in annoyance I sighed, knowing if I got aggressive I'd get no answers from him.
"T-there isn't a body and no one would b-believe, believe just a note", "who said there wasn't a body?" his nonchalant answer panicked me. He noticed my body freeze at his words and dropped the spoon in his hand walking towards me. He looked, almost, like he pitied me but that couldn't be possible because he was an emotionless wet sock.
"I, but, I, no there, I" I fumbled with my words, I couldn't think of any reply for that question. "Young girl, Embry Thompson, commits suicide, throwing herself from the Parkville Bridge into oncoming traffic on the highway, body was badly disfigured from impact, but the paramedics were able to identify the young girl by the note she had in her pocket, should I continue?"
My stomach dropped, my heart beating what felt like a million miles per minute. This couldn't be happening, I aggressively shook my head no, hoping he would stop and take back everything he said.
"I-I don't b-believe you" I stammered breathlessly as all the air in my lungs had been robbed from me. I was dizzy and gripped onto the counter for support, he did nothing but watch as I broke down.
"Come here" he gripped my upper arm, dragging me into the sitting room as he flicked the tv on.
"Embry Thompson....18.....suicide.....bridge.....note left.....funeral.....Wednesday....believe....connection to.....release.....Noah Hill."
Nothing the news reporter said was going in, I barely managed to pick up a few words but it was enough. I let myself drop on the couch as the pressure of the situation pushed against my chest. There was no one looking for me.
"But, my p-parents, th-they, no" I sobbed out, the tears flooded down my face. Noah's face held sadness, he tried to comfort me by rubbing my back but I stood and pushed him away.
"How could you, HOW COULD YOU" I was beginning to get hysteric as I shoved at his chest. "YOU HAD NO RIGHT" my hits were weak, having little to no effect on him but he didn't make any move to stop me, he just stood and took it.
I let all the feelings I had tried to lock away out as I screamed out at him. He stayed quiet just observing me, accepting all the words being thrown at him along with the physical hits.
It took no longer than 10 minutes for me to tire out, "shh, shh, it's okay now baby girl" he tightly pressed me to him, encasing his arms around me. I had no energy to struggle or try to get away from him so I let myself lean against him as I cried.
My heart hurt as I sobbed loudly, the man causing me all this pain being the only one to comfort me through it. I wasn't sure how much longer it was until my sobs died down, in its place were quiet hiccups and sniffles.
My face felt hot from the tears and my heart still hurt whenever I thought about what my parents must be going through. "How could you?" I whimpered out weakly, my body weight still supported by him.
"I know it seems bad baby, but think of it this way, it'll be a lot less trouble and heartache then them having to search for you and never finding you. Imagine the pain of never knowing if your daughter was okay, now at least they can tell themselves you're in a better place" he ran his fingers through my hair, trying to soothe my heartbroken form.
I hurled abuse at the voice in my head that claimed they could see where he was coming from and that maybe he had saved them from a greater heartache.
I was too upset to argue with him so I said nothing, I let my gaze drift towards the fireplace as I stared blankly at the bright colours dancing around.
He placed me on the couch as he returned to the kitchen, not like I was going to have an appetite now anyways. I rolled my eyes at the pressure in my bladder, how typical of me to need to go to the toilet at a moment like this. "W-where's the bathroom?" I questioned lowly, making my way to the door of the kitchen so he could hear me.
"Go down that hallway there and it's the second door on the right" he frowned at the emotionless expression on my face. Nodding I trudged towards the bathroom. Doing my business, I found entertainment in staring at my empty looking eyes.
And then I saw it, in the corner of the mirror, a window. Spinning around I made my way onto the toilet seat and tried to open the window. It budged but not very much so I kicked my leg back trying to throw my weight against it.
My body froze as my foot made contact with the soap dispenser, sending it crashing to the floor with a smash. Panic ran through my veins as I became desperate to escape, the prospect of getting lost in the woods didn't seem so terrifying anymore. Not when I knew I was the only person I could rely on to save myself.
Finally the window swung open, hoisting myself up, I flinched with every bang Noah released on the door. "Embry, I swear to god, open this door" he sounded pee'd, no scratch that, he was pee'd.
Scrunching my eyes tight I pushed myself out of the window, just as the door splintered and crashed to the ground. I brushed off the pain that shot up my legs from the impact of my body hitting the ground. Every nerve in my body was on alert as he screamed threats at me and then I did the only thing I could.
I ran.
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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.