Her Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

“You sound nervous. Don’t be. I just want to… talk. Woman to woman. You can meet me, can’t you? Unless, of course, you’d rather I make things public.” Maya’s grip on the phone tightened. “What are you talking about?” “Oh, you’ll know soon enough,” Obetta replied, her voice curling like smoke. “There’s a little secret of yours I’ve stumbled upon. Quite interesting, actually. I thought you’d want the chance to discuss it privately before I share it… widely.” Maya froze, her mind racing. A secret? She had worked so hard to build herself into the woman she was now, burying the shadows of her past. The thought of Obetta knowing anything about it made her stomach knot.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

Instagram: @giftodulesi. I love you guys a lot. Leave a nice five-star rating, please😘 -------------------- This exertion I was experiencing was driving the hell out of my knuckles, typing furiously on my office laptop, working for some asshole as his secretary really wasted my whole time. I was constantly giving my work an irrelevant emphasis. I decided to take a break, rested my head on the black leather chair I was sitting on, at the end, close to the glass wall of my rectangular office, painted in an exorbitant white paint, with a black theme that completely correlates with my black office chair and extortionate Spanish glass table with other beautiful extras that are necessary in a sec

I had no idea what I was doing having sex with a stranger, almost two strangers in one day but in this moment, it was something I had to worry about later, chanting Anthony's name, I closed my eyes and lifted my hips. "How… are … you … so… wet?" Anthony was close to tears, holding my hips in place. I knew most women needed to be touched in multiple ways before they were soft and ready but this was part of the things that made me Clara. It was one of the reasons I was famous in my industry. He didn't wait for answers though, he rode me all the way through. I whimpered in disapproval when he pulled out to turn me over so I could arch my back and lift my butt in his direction but once he found

Mark had not been able to pinpoint the exact moment it began, this unsettling obsession with Teresa that was corroding his entire being. The constantly staring, the noticing, the almost strategic tracking of her every movement. Perhaps the obsession had truly ignited when he stumbled upon that discreetly recorded footage, and decided to keep a copy for himself, such a private moment where she had dared to moan his name, while her hand was forming a secret caress between her legs, right there in his office chair.

I watch her in the records room, with Marcus talking to her, and jealousy surges through me with full force. I am becoming obsessed, and I don’t know how to stop. I pour another drink and open a new encrypted folder titled: Zara. Tonight, I will start looking for answers properly. Because whatever she’s hiding, I am going to uncover it, piece by piece. Even if it destroys everything I think I know.

I wondered how did she manage to come out because I knew her she didn't like that much exposing clothes. I looked away because she was looking like a goddess and I didn't want any trouble. I knew it was just a physical attraction and not even me every man would get a boner for her. I was trying to send her back and she wasn't moving.. Infact she sat on the my desk and she stretched her leg. She was seducing me and I was getting a annoyed by her behavior. That was getting out of control. She wasn't in her senses and I held her hand and pulled her. I was asking her to leave and she was pretending as if was deaf.

When the pulsing finally slowed, the silence that followed felt louder than any music. She lay there trembling, her hand still between her thighs, wide awake and soaked with her own need. She felt a crushing wave of shame, but it was buried beneath something much stronger. She was obsessed. She was utterly, hopelessly obsessed with a man who didn't even know she was listening.

Ehn, what have gotten myself into… This girl is a criminal … How did she know how to do all of this? I always know she is a go getter and a risk taker but how come she know all about this? Ha… how do I get out of this now …? My marriage is crashing bit by bit. .. Now this? I can’t even help myself … All my pasts are here to ruin me… And no one even seem to understand me.. Ehnnn I am soup. She sighed as her phone beeped and she realised that it was a message from Dhikrah… she sent the account number

she whispered, voice low, reverent. “And you love it,” he murmured, pulling her closer, pressing her against him. “Because it’s us. Only us. And no one, no scandal, no rival, will ever touch that.” She shivered, exhausted and sated, surrender complete. In that moment, she understood: obsession wasn’t a cage. It was a kingdom—and she and Dominic were its rulers.