His Untraceable Obsession Novels & Stories

“Because some flames… aren’t meant to be controlled. Some obsessions… aren’t meant to be tamed. And some people… are impossible to resist.” The fog swallowed him again, but the electricity lingered. I was trembling, not just from desire, but from the realization that the first real obstacle had arrived—not someone watching from the shadows, not the city, not rumors—but me. My own obsession, my own surrender, my own dangerous choice to follow him into fire I couldn’t escape. Even as I walked away from the pier, alone in the fog, heart hammering, pulse racing, I knew the truth. This secret meeting wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning. And I was already consumed.

Maybe I was. Now here I am, standing in the rain outside April’s place without a shirt. People are staring, but I don’t care. I think about calling Brian to pick me up, but my phone and wallet are still in my jacket upstairs. That’s what obsession does to you. Makes you forget everything else. I start walking. I pass Goody’s Bar and pause. I could break in right now, get what I came for. The vial might be in there, waiting for me. My key to freedom, my clean slate. Or my death sentence.

Across the city, Pamela isn't sleeping either because the investigation stopped being a hobby a long time ago and stopped being simple curiosity not long after that, becoming something else entirely. The photographs remain spread across her dining table while her untouched dinner grows cold beside them, and although her phone keeps vibrating with calls and messages from friends, she ignores every single one because she can't stop staring at the same photographs, the same timelines, and the same pieces of evidence, searching for something she can't even define anymore. The obsession is starting to consume her, and deep down she knows it, but that's the problem—she can't stop. Hours later, I'm

Tracy said. "Well, Wyatt hates Jaime. He can do anything just to spite him" Pearl shrugged. "Not to the extent of playing with a girl's emotions" Tracy muttered. Lilian kept playing with her food as if her mind was somewhere else. What if that's the truth? Could Wyatt be dating Layla just to get at Jaime? *** KELSO, J&H RESTAURANT*** Sebastian packed the plates on the tables and went to give them to Leah. She's the one doing the dishes.

"Until Madame Tracey called him to be his right arm, and that gave him room for him to take other subs." It was never just a revenge, I concluded. It was greed, envy. Desire on its ugliest side, when it becomes obsession, rotten and sick. A family was destroyed, separated brothers, and children who were never born, because of a desire never reciprocated. The club was nothing more than a facade to hide their true interests, and I should have thought about it before getting so involved.

DOMINIC'S POV I tapped my foot rapidly on the floor as anxiety took over. Lorenzo, Ezra and Barry walked into my office a day after the call just as I had instructed them to do. “What have you found?” “The number is untraceable. I can't find the location or any digital footprint that could lead us to whoever this person is.” Lorenzo said, looking a bit defeated. “I'll keep searching, but whoever did this is a professional and has made it extremely hard for anybody to find them.”

My own fear held me back, rooting me to the spot as I watched him struggle. After a moment, he stopped and faced the men again. “Check the cameras,” he ordered, his voice steady but laced with steel. “Search for the picture of the doctor involved, trace him, and bring him to me alive.” “Yes, boss,” the men replied in unison, nodding before hurrying out of the room. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving us alone in the oppressive silence. Damon turned to me, his expression softening just a fraction. “Anna,” he said, his voice gentler now, though still edged with tension.

She didn’t have to. ‎ ‎I turned to Enzo. “Trace it.” ‎ ‎His fingers flew over the keyboard, jaw tight, eyes locked onto the screen. Seconds stretched into eternity as I waited. Tick. Tick. Tick. ‎ ‎Then— ‎ ‎“Nothing.” His voice was clipped, tense. “Call was routed through a scrambled line. It’s untraceable.” ‎ ‎I forced a slow breath through my nose, trying to shove down the murderous rage clawing its way up my throat.

I changed the flowing shower to cold water and let it wash the hotness off my body. Moments later, I was back in the room, dressed and ready to sleep for the night. But every time I closed my eyes, she was all I could see. Every single thing kept reminding me of her. I took different positions, changed my posture countless times, but Caelia still didn’t stop running through my mind. It was like she was a leech that couldn’t be removed. There was no denying it anymore; I was fucking obsessed with her! Good or bad type of obsession? I didn’t know which one, but all I knew was that I wanted her so badly. The obsession kept growing when I tried to stay away from her. The thoughts of her just wou

“You really are addicted to chaos.” “Maybe,” I said, turning back toward the window. “But at least I make it look good.” She left after that, the echo of her heels fading down the hall. The city stretched out beneath me, it was restless, alive, merciless. Just like her. River. She had no idea what she’d started. Or maybe she did. Maybe that was the point. She wanted to see how far I’d go. Fine. I wouldshow her. I grabbed my phone and opened a secure line. The contact was unlisted, the kind you didn’t find in public directories.