Her Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

I could feel it and I could see it from the way she looked at me and Caleb the first time I met her and of course, she would be included in the story of Caleb's secret. My curiosity started kicking in and I wished tomorrow is Friday. Thoughts, speculations, and some theories were now in my head and I couldn't wait for them to be confirmed. I couldn't wait to know what happened to him. And he said he hoped I would understand, he sounded pleading earlier. From that, I knew his the thing he was hiding wasn't something to be taken easy. I was pulled out from my phone vibrated and a text message from Caleb came. He informed me to get ready because I would come with him to a meeting tonight.

Lucas's father asked staring at us as I placed Gavin back in his seat. "Let's say yes," I shrugged and began sharing the sponge cake. 'I hope they sort it out!' I thought. ______________________________________ * * * What do you guys think so far? Please drop a review ❤️❤️ Do you want a sequel about Ben and Beatrice's Story? Please, you all stay tuned for the Book 2 of the Obsession series, a Sequel of 'Secret Obsession' titled:- HIS WILD OBSESSION.

Normally, I wouldn’t be so acquiescent to her telling me what to do, but she’s taller than me, and I use her as a shield, hunkering down next to her as we walk. She stops at a big table right out in the open with a clear view of the arcade, pool tables, and bar. Great, just great—right in the middle for everyone to see. I sigh. “What time did you arrive to score a front-row seat?” “Chi-Os get the best. I aim to please.” Jess is a Type A tornado on her way to Yale to get her doctorate in medicene. We’re nothing alike, but we manage. She thinks I’m a little wild, and I think she has a stick up her ass. She's still my bestfriend anyways.

She stared at their joined hands, at the faint red marks his grip had already left on her skin. A brand. She should hate it. Instead, a dark, secret heat curled low in her belly. Power, she reminded herself. This is power. But when Adrian shifted in his sleep, unconsciously pulling her hand higher, pressing her palm flat against the bare, heated skin of his chest, right over the wild thunder of his heart, something inside her whispered a far more dangerous truth. This time, the obsession might not be one-sided for long. She closed her eyes, breathed through the sudden ache between her thighs, and waited for the storm to break.

“Curiosity is a dangerous thing and your obsession shouldn’t be the end of you.” Dangerous.. Obsession? I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his desk, voice low and edged with a snarl. “And so is keeping secrets when they could get her killed.. stop holding out on her and just tell us what’s going on already.” His expression didn’t waver. But his silence said more than words ever could. And in that silence, I knew. He was hiding something. Something big. Something that must have tied Elara’s dream to a past that refused to stay buried.

The elevator doors opened, and Alicia walked towards her office. Her colleagues greeted her as usual, discussing their weekend plans and the latest office gossip. Alicia mechanically responded, trying to appear as normal as possible. Alicia sat at her desk, mechanically scrolling through her emails, but her thoughts had drifted elsewhere. The office was filled with the scent of coffee and the sound of keyboards, and her colleagues' busy figures darted in her peripheral vision, but none of it could hold her attention. Her entire focus was on the tiny USB stick hidden deep in her pocket, the secret container that held her darkest secret.

Tell me what? “Shit…Ah Lydia…!” “Ahhh…!” “Tell her what?” he said, all rough and distracted. “That you’re better at this than she ever was?” Lydia actually giggled. Like this was some kind of sick joke. “Don’t be gross. You know what I mean.” “Do I?” His breath was ragged, weirdly desperate. “Maybe I like you as my dirty little secret.” “Liar.” Her voice dropped, all low and smug. “You’re obsessed with me. Just admit it.”

And the short skirt she wore got squeezed up a bit, showing a clearer view of her thigh from the back. “Am. Ame…” Damon whispered as he turned his gaze toward Amelia's face. Gradually she began to feel embarrassed. Since she'd known from Damon's move that he wanted something hidden, she was astonished whether to act in line or to show a different color of hers. She managed to look Damon in the face, having in mind that he has never been a nice person since they came in contact. But the image she could see wasn't that of a killer, but rather that of a humble and innocent man.

" Angela got up from her seat and saluted with a slight bow. "She's the director's new secretary," Jessy explained. "A new secretary? Duh, even though I only have one secretary, this isn't fair," Calvin complained. "You want to meet the director?" she asked. "Yeah, I'll just come in," Calvin said. "But, Miss New Secretary, your face seems familiar. Have we met before?" he asked. "Eh?" As far as Angela knew, she had never met Calvin before except during the quarterly meetings. "Ah, yes, I remember. You are a stalker, girl!" Calvin exclaimed.