Her Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

“I want you to know that the reason why you're hunted and sought after is that… you are under an obsession.” “Obsession?” I echoed. “Yes,” my ghost mother replied. “If only you can picture the way your heart always pounds for Angus, you will reduce your love for him.” “Never!” I shouted at her, breathing softly afterwards to avoid anger penetrating into my voice. “Remember that you are destined to save many wolves and humans…” my ghost mother explained, “I didn't give birth to you for growing love and becoming obsessed with any secret mate.” “Then, I prefer to.” I argued.

I love you ~D~ Justin felt like he was suffocating as the words he had just read kept replaying in his mind. " Was Desmond right? Is Drake actually gay? Is this a dream?" Justin's said to him self as he kept staring at the paper in his hands. His pulse began raising as he found it hard to swallow. Guilt filled him up as he felt that he had trespassed into Drake's secret he wouldn't want anyone to know. As he stood there thinking he heard footsteps approaching the office which he recognized as Drake's.

His hand lifted, hesitated, then curled into a fist at his side instead of touching me. “Because I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.” My stomach flipped, part fear, part something I refused to name. I swallowed hard. “That’s not love, Sebastian. That’s obsession.” His lips curved, not in amusement, but in something darker. “Maybe it is. But obsession keeps you alive. Love? Love gets people killed.” The words chilled me. There was history in them, shadows he wasn’t sharing. A secret that gnawed at the edges of my sanity because I knew—I just knew—I hadn’t heard the full story.

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?

“I don’t think that’s very likely. After all, they’ve been trying to find you nonstop for the past fifteen years. Everyone in the business world knows it. Ikaw lang itong… walang pakialam, Luna.” Hindi na sumagot si Luna sa sinabi ni Marcus. Wala talaga siyang pakialam sa mga drama ng buhay na gaya nito. Sa halip tahimik na lamang siyang tumingin sa labas, nalulunod sa sarili sa kaniyang mga plano sa hinaharap. Ayala Heights Village, Quezon City.

“Maybe you should try telling him directly. That way, he will have to face you whether he likes it or not.” “N-no..” she shook her head, and gulped down the remaining wine in the glass cup. “I know for a fact he is going to reject me.” “You can’t know that.” “Not when I can see he likes someone else.” She gave me a look, “You. Why are they all obsessed with you? What exactly is your secret?” “Witchcraft?” I cocked a brow and we both burst out laughing. “Very ridiculous.” She said, None of those men would ever fall for something like this.

She looked like a walking wet dream. Her dress was dark, sleek, cut far lower than anything she had worn before, and it clung to her curves in all the right places. It was a dress that told me that she had only one male in mind —me— when she put it on. Mason was drooling in my head, already brainstorming all the naughty things he wanted us to do to her later. For a moment, all I could think was “mine.” But then Jenna’s eyes slid past me.

Dominic Mercer’s POV “You… You knew?” It's almost new that I’m not half as composed before her. Well, in my defense, this is a huge secret I’ve kept from her; buying all her erotic arts of me, roping her into this mess of a life… and eventually trapping her, forever. Slowly, she nods. She’s still seated on the same spot, legs wide open, hands carelessly by her side… Fuck… I wish she were facing me, I wish to get a glimpse of her body…

I closed the laptop and I kept thinking about Adrian on the gallery floor, sitting in front of that painting, when he earlier said: about the moment before everything became permanent. I wondered what it would mean if his mother had built the first pieces of this fraud. I wondered what it would mean if he knew. Sleep was far from me that night. The next evening. We attended an event at the Ardent Club. I already knew Serena Voss was coming before she even reached us. Three years of research made it easy for me to spot her the moment she walked into the Ardent Club. A model turned creative director. Silverton’s favorite face for two straight years. The woman had been with Adrian for eight mon

“Why me?” There was a long pause. When she finally spoke, her voice had dropped even lower. “Because I’ve watched you for months and I’m fucking obsessed, I had to track you and watch you for real. The way you touch yourself when you think you’re alone… the way your breath catches right before you cum… the little sounds you make when you’re actually enjoying it. Not the fake moans you give your viewers.” She let out a soft breath. “I know the real you. And I want her so badly.”