His Untraceable Obsession Novels & Stories

--- Ethan accepted the tablet. But before looking away, he spoke. "Find out more about Elena Hart." --- The assistant hesitated. --- "What specifically?" --- Ethan smiled. --- "Everything." --- The assistant nodded and left. --- Ethan leaned back in his chair. For the first time in years... He felt curious. --- Very curious. --- Unfortunately for him... Curiosity often became obsession. --- And obsession rarely ended well. --- Night fell across the city. --- Elena parked several streets away from the warehouse.

It disappeared almost as soon as I noticed it. My heart skipped a beat. “John,” I whispered turning back toward the bed. He stirred and sat up. “What is it baby?” I looked back out the window but the light was gone. The beach was empty again. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks after everything we had been through. But deep down I knew better. Somewhere out there in the shadows someone was still watching. The obsession that started on that summer vacation had created ripples far beyond Victor Kane. Someone new was carrying it forward.

Tristan hissed, his jaw tightening until the muscles around his face stood out sharply. An unfamiliar frustration began gnawing at his chest. In his entire life, no woman had ever dared ignore his charm, yet Vivienne had simply walked away from him after the provocative dance that had briefly ruined his sanity. Tristan’s curiosity had now grown wilder, evolving into a dark and dangerous obsession. He found himself constantly imagining how it would feel if his own hands were the ones squeezing the ripe mounds on that plump woman’s chest, and what Vivienne’s voluptuous body would look like without a single thread covering her beneath his control. The phone on the table vibrated, breaking the s

Instead, she sat up and began to deliberate… “I could have been a better person if not for my inquisitive propensity. Things weren't bad when I was doing my work diligently at Michigan. How I got here remains a mystery to me. Who sent me to trace the gunshot? What now is my gain after everything? I don't hear from my grandma. Do I even know whether this killer has killed her? How's she faring? Since the day I got to this so-called Italy, I've not been granted access to anything called a handset, I curse the day I met this killer.” She couldn't continue muttering unclear words to herself before she got her face bathed with tears. Her face became faint and sour. She lost the appetite to eat. S

“This is a tracking device.” “What? It’s unbelievable.” Qeiza robbed the brooch back. She closed it to the light. “There’s nothing strange,” she muttered. Dae Hyun smiled. That was the tracking device usually used by certain people. It was a perfect surveillance tool. Qeiza never knew that the brooch Chin Hwa gave her had another function. He did not explain it either. It was lucky that she was wearing that brooch on that day. It’s the day when she was kidnapped because of her own friend’s trap.

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

“I think sometimes people don’t realize how deep they’ve fallen into it. It starts small—checking their social media, driving by their house ‘just to see.’ But over time…” He sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of experience. “It can escalate. The person might start following them or showing up unannounced, thinking they’re being romantic or that it’s a sign of how much they care. But that’s the thing about obsession—it warps your perception. What you think is love or concern might actually be… something darker.”

THE DISCOVERY Time flew so fast,but to Ruth it was stagnant.She was under house arrest for two months,she didn't have a glimpse of what the outside world looks like,the party she found absurd was having to see what's going on in the internet because of her cell phone Rita took against her will. Her physical appearance began to increase rapidly, Rita noticed all of this and unfortunate thoughts began to course through her,she wouldn't even imagine what she was thinking to come to reality,so she died off the matters and moved on.

An unsettling sensation of being observed persisted within my consciousness. The journalist. My encounters with her remained nonexistent while an unsettling feeling persisted within me. What did she want? Which entity dispatched her? Was it Mira? The necessity of Mira's involvement became undeniable. The only possible motivation for anyone to trail my movements was their desire to uncover scandalous information. If she excavated with sufficient depth, abundant quantities of that emerged. An opportunity to ponder it never presented itself within my schedule. A larger issue confronted me today. The return journey of my mother and Alexander reached its conclusion.

Colton went through the gold debris and just as he suspected, he found a small black chip hidden inside one of the ornaments of the charm bracelet. “What the hell is that?” Jackson said as he took a step closer. “That’s a tracker,” Levi answered, standing right next to him. Colton scoffed and crushed the tracker with his fist. Then he turned around and grabbed a drink from the wet bar. He may look calm right now, but wasn’t. He was burning with rage and fear. The Rothschild brothers were definitely up to something. “Listen, I need you guys to pull up everything you can on Daniel Rothschild,” he said as he turned around, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand.