His Secret Obsession Book Novels & Stories

Jayden whispered with a deadly smirk in his lips. "Obsession is intoxicating. It seems sweet at first but you won't even realize when it slowly will take over your life. " Kindly Do Vote and give reviews! Chapter will be updated soon.

And yet, there was something in me, something that had been building since that first night at the club, something that refused to be ignored. I sighed, gathering the documents into my bag again, double-checking everything. My hands shook slightly, a mixture of anticipation and fear, excitement and shame. I was supposed to be his secretary. Professional. Controlled. And yet… every time I thought about his gaze, his scent, the way he had looked at me that first morning, I could feel it, that pull I could never fight.

It was a trap set for a man who had broken every law of the wild to keep his greatest treasure a mystery. "I am the one obsessed with a secret mate," Angus growled, his eyes flashing with the full power of the Lycan King. "And may help them when they realize the secret is finally out." I reached for my sword, the steel singing as it left the scabbard. The secret was gone. The war seemed to have begun. The sound of the blade leaving the sheath was the only warning the world would get. Outside, the pack kingdom bell had fallen silent, but the air felt like it was screaming.

That one stung. What happened next? Did Sebastian’s mother agree or drag the topic? Did his father oppose the decision? And what will innocent Petal do to escape this forced marriage? Curious? Then dive into Sebastian’s Obsession, a tale of love, control, and rebellion. Support me and this book—your reads, votes, and comments mean the world!

Barry left her alone to go to the kitchen. Her curiosity is one of the things that she hates about herself. When there's something bothering her, she will do everything she can to know more about it. She loves learning new things, and uncovering secrets. And now that she knows more about her lineage, she wants to understand everything. "Book of Demonology?" She found a book hidden behind a pile of old journals. From the look of it, someone hid the book intentionally. It was thick and old, and dusty. As she flipped through the pages, she saw something that caught her attention.

“There’s the sassy girl I know. Smartass.” The professor continues and I try to focus, but shit, he’s going to be in this class—right next to me—for the whole semester. DING! He’s going to drive me crazy. He wrote, Where’s that Kama Sutra book? I bet she still has it. Get a copy. I take a deep breath. This is going to be a long semester.

But beneath that cruelty lies something far more dangerous… a pull she can’t resist. Every glance is a provocation. Every silence, a dare. His touch lingers too long, his anger cuts too deep, and Emma finds herself trembling at the edge of fear and desire. The secret she has carried for years—dark, shameful, and burning—crashes against the forbidden cravings that tighten their grip with every passing night. This is not love. It’s obsession. It’s sin wrapped in longing, punishment laced with pleasure. And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back.

~Hermes~ This has to be some kind of joke. Just moments ago, I’d received the most mind-blowing blow job of my life—from my secretary, my ex secret affair. The one who’d left me for my friend. And now? She wants to keep all of this a secret. And… God. I want to obey her. Not just because there’s a very tangible reward waiting for me later, but because I want to obey her. Every nerve in me screams it.

“But at least I admit what I want. You hide behind this pathetic act of a man scorned, but the truth is, you can’t stand the idea of her moving on.” His jaw tensed, but instead of lashing back, he smirked. “Touché. But obsession is what wins, Rhea. Obsession is what keeps us hungry. And hunger is what gets results.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own dark thoughts. The bar around them buzzed with laughter and chatter, oblivious to the venom dripping from the booth in the back. On the screen, the news anchor concluded the segment with a sharp line:

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.