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She found it because it was the kind of place she understood: quiet, ordered, smelling of paper and something older underneath, like the shelves themselves remembered being trees. She needed an hour away from people she didn't know yet. She was halfway through a history of pack territories when she realized she was not alone. He was at the other end of the long reading table. She hadn't heard him come in. He had a book open in front of him that he was not reading, and he was looking at her with the same focused attention he'd used twice now, like she was a text he was trying to parse. Up close, he was more unsettling than she'd expected.

Everyone else was where they were supposed to be, but I wasn’t about to waste another second playing fair. I walked quickly, purposefully, until I reached Seb’s locker. I glanced left, then right. Empty hall. Perfect. I’d already managed to get his passcode earlier this week, people underestimate how easy it is to watch someone when they’re not paying attention. He thought he was clever, but I was smarter. I typed the numbers in. The lock clicked open. Inside, a pile of books and random junk. But one thing caught my eye immediately: a small black box shoved into the corner. There was a sloppy label on the top in Seb’s handwriting: Secret.

With him occupied, I pulled out the book I had managed to slip away from the library. The title ‘MINE’ was embossed in gold, though the letters were slightly worn as if they had been traced a thousand times. I opened the first page, expecting a ledger or a cold list of assets. Instead, I found a confession. The handwriting was sharp, elegant, and heavy with intent, like a chronicle of an obsession. Page after page, the author described a woman with a poetic, almost frightening reverence. He wrote about the way her hair caught the morning light, the specific, melodic pitch of her laugh, and the way she tasted like summer rain and secrets.

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

Chenyin asked to Master Qiang with curiosity. Master Qiang take a book in his hand and asked to Chenyin, "Look at the book Chenyin, can you tell me what is this?" "No master." "It is my secret book. There are many secret skills in this book. Today I am going to teach you some secrets." Master Qiang replied to Chenyin. Hearing this, Chenguang could not control herself.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

"Know what? That the girl who has everything wants the boy who has nothing?" "I don't want you!" She looked like she wanted to slap me, but her eyes were anchored to mine. "I hate you. I hate that you're looking at me like this." "Good," I said, reaching down to lace my fingers with hers. Her skin was ice cold, but mine was burning. "Hate is a great motivator. It's almost as strong as what's actually happening right now." "And what is that?" "Obsession." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "There's a car parked behind the equipment shed. No cameras. No Sarah. No Jax. Just a dark corner and a 'disaster' waiting to happen."

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Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive. “What is this?” Leila asked, keeping her voice steady. Christina gave her a look that said she was either testing her or trying to decide how much to say. “This,” she said at last, “is why you’ve been dodging mustard jackets and cleaning up after dead archaeologists.” Leila’s heart skipped a beat. She sat down, sliding the book toward her. It was heavier than it looked, its weight a promise of bad news. “Oh my! Explain,” she said, flipping it open.

“I love you, and I want to be with you. I’m ready to take the leap if you are.” "Accept my love"He says in front of me. I feel hundreds of eyes staring at me, but I don’t care, because the only eyes that matter in this moment are his. He gazes down at me, and there’s no more fear or uncertainty there. All I see is love. And then his perfect lips press into mine. At first, there is stunned silence, then the crowd goes wild. Cheering, clapping and whistling. My heart feels as if it will burst with happiness as I kiss him back and cling to him desperately. In my kiss is everything I want him to know The End read on a similar Billionaire Story of His Secret Obsession book 2