His Untraceable Obsession Novels & Stories

I paused, turning to him. “Wait. You're going out to face her?” He asked and I continued what I was doing. “That's suicide,” he tried to reason with me. “She's not going to kill me. We both know that,” I answered. “Yes, but you can't be so sure she won't kill them either,” Matteo responded. I dropped the bow tie and jacket on the bed and turned to face him. “You said the bunker was untraceable.” “It is,” Matteo nodded. “We haven't been able to find digital logs. And no cameras. It’s off-grid.”

I leaned back against the wall, dragging a hand down my face, the aftertaste of her still lingering on my skin. She can run. She can lie. But she’ll never escape me. Because my obsession for her wasn’t a choice. It’s a sickness. And I wasn’t planning to get better. ----------

“And after what that man did to you? You deserve a little… indulgence.” Layla tried to argue, but the commercial played again. The robot on-screen looked straight at her. Dark eyes.A touch possessive. She shivered. Just a commercial… Right? Miles away, a crate rolled down a conveyor. Red lights flashed. UNIT-11 — REPROGRAMMED STATUS: SEXUALLY UNFILTERED …………….Abandoned tech warehouse —That night………………….. The screen flickered open on an ancient cracked monitor. “Order just came in,” Milo muttered, spinning lazily in his chair. His voice was a mix of boredom and barely-contained excitement. “Female buyer. Divorced. Lives alone.”

His cold gaze swept over the destruction, his mind working fast. He exhaled slowly through his nose, his control razor-thin. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and activated the tracker embedded in his glove. A small, blinking signal appeared on his screen. A few kilometers away. His eyes darkened, “They had taken it. No, they had taken her.” His jaw clenched, his blood simmering beneath his skin. He had been in this business long enough to know what happened to people who got caught in the crossfire. She wouldn’t last the night.

"They'll both realize you're not worth the trouble you bring. The family drama, the scandal, the chaos that comes with your baggage is not everyone can handle. And you'll have nowhere else to go but back into my arms. Won't you?" I stared at him, my heart pounding, and suddenly something clicked into place. Something about the way he was looking at me... not with love, not even with genuine desire. He looked at me like he wanted to possess me. With Obsession. His need went far beyond normal emotion. "Why are you so obsessed with me, Chase?" I asked, calmer but more pointed. "This can't be love. This isn't what love looks like. Is it the money you're looking for? My father's business connecti

“It seems that a week prior to Aubrey’s attack there was a deposit for twenty thousand dollars made to an off-shore account made to his name. Two days after the attack, another twenty grand was deposited. He was arrested a week later when there was an anonymous tip as to his location.” The implications cause my head to spin. Nelson wasn’t just a crazy fan with an obsession; he was hired to attack Aubrey.

Obsession doesn’t announce itself with sirens. It seeps in quietly, like water under a locked door, until the floor you stand on warps and bends beneath you. For Rose, it began with little things. A text at odd hours, not of endearment but of command. Don’t go in tonight. Meet me instead. Wear the black dress.

The warmth of the visit followed me like sunlight through clouds, but underneath it, the pull toward him—the unspoken, unclaimed attention burned stronger than ever. I realized that obsession was no longer a simple reflection of desire. It had become an intricate web, threads running through warmth, familiarity, longing, and opportunity. Susan’s kindness was a bridge I could cross, carefully and quietly, without revealing the full extent of my intentions. And the thought thrilled me almost as much as it frightened me. By the time I reached my apartment, I was soaked, but it didn’t matter. My thoughts were already racing ahead, tracing the possibilities that lay ahead with him, the ways in wh

“But seeing what that woman did to my fiancé broke something in me. She knew he was engaged. She didn’t care. She chased him anyway.” My hand started to shake. “Some people don’t understand boundaries,” Cassandra continued. “They mistake obsession for love. And when that happens, everyone around them gets destroyed.” Maya came back in time to see my expression. “What is it?” “She did another interview,” I said, my voice flat. “She’s calling me obsessed. Like I hunted him.” Maya’s jaw clenched. “That snake.” “It’s working,” I whispered. “People are believing her. Look at this.”

“You’re not a toy. You’re my life. My obsession. I can’t function without you. I watch you sleep every night, planning our future. But I won’t rush you into motherhood when you’re still healing from everything Jax and Hayley did to you. I want you strong and ready. I want you to choose me every day, not feel trapped.” I cried harder, pounding my fists weakly against his chest. “Then why does it feel like you’re the one trapping me? Keeping me in this limbo where I’m yours but not fully? I hate how much I love you. I hate how you make me doubt everything. If you really loved me, you’d give me what I asked for. You’d prove it.” Tristan cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were i