His Secret Obsession Book Novels & Stories

Nick: “Let’s talk closer to the hearing. You will need to be prepared.” Me: “I’ve handled worse than Brown.” Nick: “I’ll send you the details for our pre-meet.” I stared at the phone, and then shut it down completely. Why did this male manage to get under my skin so thoroughly, every time I talked to him? “Because he sees through you,” Willow linked. “I don’t know how, but he does.” And she was right. In fact, what if he was watching me now? That fear is why I spent the next two hours searching inside and outside the duplex for cameras and recording devices.

There would be trouble, a trouble that I didn't know what yet, but I should ready myself from it. Opening my eyes again, I took a deep breath and focused my mind on the reason why I came here; to find something that would help me unveil Caleb's secrets. I remember the black book— or was it an album that I saw the first night I was here, the reason why he shouted at me.

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

“It was nothing—it was just childish—” “Childish?” He took a step toward her. Her back instinctively pressed against the door. “That doesn’t look childish to me,” Luca said quietly. His eyes dropped briefly—to the diary in his hand. Then back to her. “It looks like obsession.” The word hung in the air. Heavy. Unavoidable. Sofia’s lips parted, but no words came out. Because he wasn’t wrong. And that terrified her more than anything. “I was a kid,” she whispered finally, her voice barely audible. “I didn’t understand what I was feeling. I thought it would go away.”

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.

One late-night study session turned into heated kisses, wandering hands, and Barry burying that shockingly huge cock deep inside her for the first time. Only Monica May knew the secret of what Barry was packing. She relished keeping it hidden from the world. Whenever the ache between her thighs grew too strong, she’d bat her lashes and pretend she needed “extra help” with calculus. Barry was always more than eager to oblige. Their secret hookups became addictive—raw, frantic, and deliciously filthy. Because they moved in such different social circles, they’d sneak away to unconventional spots: the library stacks, the back of his beat-up car, even a deserted locker room after one of her games

He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me. ​"A good choice," he agreed, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Obsession is a fascinating thing, isn't it? It can drive a man mad, or it can make him feel utterly alive." He closed the distance between us just enough that I could smell the faint scent of his masculine body scent with his usual intense cologne. "And once a man is obsessed, he rarely lets go of the object of his desire, no matter the consequences." ​My breath caught in my throat because I knew he wasn't talking about Heathcliff.

Whether he closes his eyes, whether he turns them around and takes them from behind, shoving their faces into the pillows, it is bliss to get lost, drowning himself in every possible way that he can. At first thinking of me during sex with other women makes him feel ill. He wants to punish himself for his obsession. An obsession with anything is only an indication of weakness. But after that first night with Bazine he finds he looks forward to it; fucking other people and imagining me in their place. He lets himself be twisted on the inside. What is one more secret? One more thing to hide?

Her wet locks appearing from under her scarf. He could feel emotions stirring in him as his gaze lingered on her sleeping form. He liked his inhumane and cold self more. When he cared less about anything but his obsession. As he let the coldness take over his eyes again. The grey hue darkened as his expressions went steely. He bent down to place a kiss on her forehead before caressing his thumb there, "sleep well, little lady," He had been so far from her for a long time. And now, he couldn't contain himself for touching her, exploiting her sexually for his desires. As now came the right time to claim her truly in all senses. When she considered himself nothing but a possession of his.

I had to know. I packed every cloth I could lay my hands on and some shoes, a few hundred dollars in cash and ran down the stairs, I grabbed the keys from the driver and hightailed it out of the mansion. I had to know one thing: who exactly is his secret obsession?