His Untraceable Obsession Novels & Stories

Joey frowned and looked at him for a while before nodding. "Fine. I won't ask about it anymore. Tell me. Was it that difficult to trace that doctor last time?" She could understand if Selena couldn't find him. After all, she didn't have such an extensive network and connections. "It's very difficult to trace. He didn't leave any traces at all." Zachary didn't lie. He had been tirelessly investigating this matter, yet there was no trace of information. The doctor seemed to have never existed. "Can I trust you?" Joey asked as she looked into his eyes.

'''' He went out and I was still thinking what happened? I thought he would be rude and he will humiliate me and force me tonight but there he was going out of the room and I was still not understanding him. That man was so unpredictable. One moment he was acting like a beast and the next moment he was so caring and then he was showing that he didn't even care if I exist. What was he ?? What was ge trying to do???? I had the food and I saw the medicine in the tray. They might be for my wound. I didn't take them at first. But as the night was getting colder I started feeling more pain and then i took it and lie back and still it was getting more colder and colder.

Surely he would notice his money was missing and soon after I submitted the drive to Miguel, he may come after me. I felt something drop on my thigh and I looked down to see a fat brown envelope. I turned to Parker with curious eyes and met his stare on the rearview mirror. "What's this? Another gift from my man-" "The drive," I felt a chill run down my spine. "Hand over the drive. In exchange, take that money and disappear. Never show your face before my boss again

It's what he'd said here and there over the years that added up in Track's mind to this kid planning to off himself once he was done with the UnSub. "Quinn, anything on the Fratelli woman?" "There's plenty; she's a social butterfly, not afraid of the camera. She's married to some hotshot investment banker. I'm combing through her life now, going back to her teens; I'll let you know when something pops. What do we know about the UnSub?" I looked at Track for answers. "Nothing, only what I told you. Nemesis never gave me a name." "Is that his handle?"

the cashier responded, packing Daren's groceries as he prepared to depart. As Daren left the supermarket, an unnoticed shadow began trailing him. It wasn't until he was halfway home that he realized two unknown men were tailing him. Attempting to evade them, Daren navigated through narrow streets and passages, unaware that more than just two men were on his trail. Marco, a figure feared by city for his uncanny intel, had somehow uncovered Daren's plan step on his toes and assist Elena and her family. "What's happening?” Daren whispered to himself, realizing the men might be goon with intent to rob.

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

I didn't want another woman. I only needed Tristan. The thought of Tristan, naked and vulnerable beneath me, sent a jolt of heat through my veins. My cock hardened instantly, a visceral response that defied logic and reason. My body, it seemed, had betrayed me. It only reacted to Tristan. I pushed the thought aside, forcing myself to focus on the present moment. The drinks, the women, the celebration. It was all a distraction, a way to forget the dangerous obsession that was consuming me. An obsession that, if discovered, could cost me everything. Including Tristan.

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And I was ready to exploit every flaw in his obsession. Mark paused near the desk, scanning the files and hidden drives. His obsession flared visibly—a subtle twitch in his jaw, the intensity of his gaze sharpening. He reached for one of the drives, but didn’t touch it. “These are mine,” he said, voice low, predatory. “Every secret, every file, every shadow of your past… mine.” “Yes,” I said, calm, steady. “Yours.” He stepped closer, circling slowly like a predator assessing prey. “Do you understand what obedience means, Jessy? That knowledge without permission is dangerous?”

Liora agreed. Her phone vibrated as a dropdown appeared on her phone screen. It was a response to her message. - Negative. It was one word, but it made her sigh in relief. “Looks like I am good on this end.” Liora muttered under her breath. “What end?” Oscar asked. “Never mind. Can you try to find out where Travis traveled to five years ago? You mentioned he was untraceable that night," Liora asked. “That is also a mystery I am trying to clear up. A lot of things about this investigation are unclear, which pushes me to believe that it will...” Oscar started to say and then trailed off.