His Untraceable Obsession Novels & Stories

Didn't push him away, didn't scream a pro-test into the grimy air. Why she was letting this happen here, in this forgotten corner of a dive bar that reeked of stale beer and regret, surrounded by the ghosts of a thousand lost souls and broken promises. With a man like him—older, scarred, carrying a darkness she couldn't fully comprehend, a man who was too everything for her own good. But she did. She wanted him. And when he pushed her panties aside, his !ngers trembling with a barely con-tained urgency, and then slid into her—

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

“If this reacts again, it won’t be as easy to control.” I didn’t respond immediately. My mind had already shifted to something else. “The person who did this,” I said. “What can you tell me about it?” They hesitated slightly before answering. “Whoever it is… they know who they wanted to attack.” That wasn’t surprising but it confirmed something. I turned slightly, preparing to leave, but their voice stopped me. “There’s something else.” I paused. “What?” They looked at me carefully before speaking. “The trace I found… it’s unstable.”

His arm wrapped around my waist, “I work better when I know exactly where you are and what you’re doing.” The dark possession in his voice spread warmth through my chest like honey. I was so fucked. In every sense of the word. “That sounds obsessive,” I said. “It is.” He pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Everything about you makes me obsessive. I used to be able to focus for hours. Now I can’t go twenty minutes without wondering what you’re doing. If you’re comfortable. If you need something. It’s fucking maddening.” “Poor you,” I said, but I was smiling. “Sounds terrible. The big bad mafia boss, brought to his knees by a pregnant woman who can’t stop eating pickles dipped in

He swivels his laptop toward me and presses play. I lean closer, jaw clenching as I watch grainy footage of the said woman’s tiny frame moving across the pavement. No sound. No details. Just distance. “Where did she go after stepping out?” I ask. “She met another woman. But still too far for a clear view. I tried tracing where the other person came from, but she just… vanished. No other cameras caught her.” Virus’s tone drops lower. “My conclusion? That woman might be obsessed with you. She probably knows how much you care about the madam and wants to eliminate her.”

Trina was both a mystery and a key, a living instrument he intended to use in his carefully plotted plan. Nickey stepped closer to the window, the floor beneath him creaking softly. His attention was drawn to a cracked statue near the fountain, its edges chipped and moss-dappled. Kneeling, he brushed away dirt and debris, revealing a small USB drive, scratched and battered. His pulse surged as he slipped it into his pocket, the weight in his hand suddenly anchoring him to purpose. Later, plugging it into his phone, Michael’s voice had crackled out in confession: the explosion, the plot to eliminate Nickey—each word igniting a fire in his chest.

“Camden knew from the start that I wasn’t you, so it’s not my fault that the deal fell through. You owe me a replacement! “I-I should get Trevor Mynard in return! I’ll conquer him without a hitch!” The mention of his name stopped me in my tracks, and a knowing smirk tugged at my lips. “Sure. He’s yours.” Thank goodness. I’d had enough of Trevor’s obsession with being right all the time.

“Are you dead? Is she dead? Because that is the only acceptable reason for neither of you answering a single encrypted text in twenty-four hours!” I leaned back against the headboard, watching Jade stir slightly in her sleep. She looked so peaceful, so far removed from the chaos Caleb was currently vibrating with. “You’re obsessed, Caleb,” I said tonelessly. “It’s becoming a personality flaw.” “Obsessed?” Caleb let out a dry, frantic laugh. “Killian, I had to track your last private ledger payment just to find out which hemisphere you were in. I had to bribe a resort manager just to get this room number. I’m not obsessed, I’m doing my job while you’re playing house on a lake!”

“Why come to you and not me? I'm obviously the culprit.” I was the one of screen, Jack only operated behind the scenes. If they would chased anyone for an explanation, it should be me. No one knew the identity of the hacker, so this could only mean… “They traced me,” Jack admitted my thoughts aloud. “I was a little careless covering my tracks, I didn't think they'd even check. The reason they're stubbornly chasing me is probably because of my status in the industry.” “Oh shit!” I raked a hand through my hair. “I'm so sorry Jack.”