Her Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

I came with a broken moan, my walls convulsing around my fingers as fresh slick gushed down my hand. But even as the orgasm faded, the curiosity remained. How long until Damien uncovered the truth? How would he react when he realized the woman he was obsessed with was the ghost of the omega his brother had murdered? And how much longer could I keep fighting the pull before I lost myself completely in the man I was supposed to destroy? The secret network was growing stronger in the shadows. Damien’s obsession was deepening with every passing day. And I stood in the center of it all , wet, conflicted, and more curious than ever about how this dangerous game would finally end.

Something she was alien to and yet she can relate. “Meh, just because. I like the chaos and all the shits it brings. It was like live entertainment and I could get to watch in the VIP seat, with popcorn and all.” with a coy smile in her face, Freya responded. It was as if she wanted to provoke the female rookie undercover spy, she can detect that Hestia is getting annoyed, mad even. Or worse, angry. But Freya enjoyed it. For the longest time, she had wanted to see how the stone faced, cold and overly calm girl would react. She had tried so many ways but to think this is how easy to anger the cold Student Council Secretary--- Freya was both disappointed and at the same time, amused. “Besides,

"So are you, baby." I slipped out first, heart racing with the thrill. This was fucked up. This was wrong. And I was already planning how to sneak into her room tonight to do it all over again. Because Monalisa wasn’t just a secret anymore. She was my filthy obsession. And I was going to ruin her completely, no matter the risk.

And once we have her with us, there will be no turning back. Finally, we’ll have her, and we’ll make sure her inner light remains a secret that only we can enjoy because from the moment I saw her, I’ve been obsessed. And now… finally, that obsession will become reality when she’s lying on our bed with her legs spread and ready to surrender.

But now she knows my name, so I’ll be damned if I don’t get to hear my name fall from her lips as I fill her. My eyes flick to the closed laptop and the concealed video file hidden inside. Maybe I’ll sit on what I should do with it for a little bit longer. Besides, I like this game I’m playing with my little bird. The one where she pretends she doesn’t want me, but I know she’s thinking about me, especially whenever she’s with her fiancé. If anything, it only fuels the obsession, knowing I have her at my fingertips but can’t have her. At least, not yet. But soon.

I should cut her off, get rid of her but I couldn’t. I needed to find her secret. Break that calm, pretty face. See what’s underneath. I wondered if she thought about me like I think about her. Did she hate me? Or did those eyes mean something else? I leaned back, closed my eyes. All I saw was her face in the dark, i wanted to know her, to own her. I was weak and i was obsessed. The most dangerous thing in my world. I had to know her truth before it ruined me.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out with shaking hands. One new message. From Carmen. Sienna's breath caught. She opened it. "He told me why he's really keeping you close. You're not just his game, Sienna. You're his obsession. And obsessed people don't let go. They destroy what they can't have. Get out while you still can." The words hit like a physical blow. Obsession. Destroy what they can't have. Sienna read the message again. Her hands trembling so hard she almost dropped the phone.

“Then let me be clear. I’ll follow you to the ends of the world if I have to. You won’t breathe without me knowing. Whatever you’re planning—whatever game you think you’re playing—it ends with me standing over your broken little empire.” Her smile faltered just slightly, and that was enough to give me a breath of satisfaction. “We’ll see,” she said, softer now, almost thoughtful. “But careful, Kieran. Obsession can rot a man from the inside.” I stepped closer, enough for her to feel the weight of my promise. “And secrets, Vee? They can bury you.”

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

That was how they worked, in silent communication and sync, so much so that they never accepted other people to switch or join them. Selena squatted at the end of the hallway by the wall where there was a fluffy door mat and ran her hand through it. Smooth, no lump or irregularities meaning it was either still new or never used. She moved it and smiled at her finding. A tiny key hole. Typical rich people. She thought. They either had a secret something behind a painting or behind a book shelf or under their floor boards. The owner of the house fell under the last category, thus explaining the thick ceiling. She pulled at one of the boards but it didn't budge. Pushing it didn't work out eithe