His Untraceable Obsession Novels & Stories

He needed to prove that his obsession was stronger than their design. "You think you’re a symptom?" he panted against her lips, his hands roaming her body with a frantic, possessive heat. "Then let me be the disease. Let’s be so sick, so twisted, so obsessed that even the Vanes are afraid to look at us." As they stood amidst the ruins of the ledgers, a low, mechanical hum began to vibrate through the floor. At the far end of the vault, a hidden projector hummed to life, casting a grainy, black-and-white film onto the stone wall.

His cock stirred in his trousers at the thought, already thickening as vivid images flashed through his mind: soft thighs spread wide, a slick, welcoming slit stretched around his girth, desperate gasps turning into screams of pleasure as he pounded away the last traces of his failed marriage. Charlie’s hand drifted down, palming the growing bulge through the fabric. A dark, possessive hunger settled over him. He was done grieving. It was time to hunt. Charlie sat behind his massive desk for several long minutes after ending a business call, staring at the closed door. The restlessness in his blood hadn’t eased. If anything, it had sharpened into something darker, more focused. He pressed th

“I humiliated you. Tried to destroy your future. And now someone is trying to destroy both of us. Maybe this is karma.” Tristan’s hand slid down to cup my jaw, tilting my face up. His thumb stroked my lower lip, dark eyes burning. “You’re not the only one who’s been obsessed,” he admitted, voice rough. “I’ve been jerking off thinking about you for weeks, even before I knew who you were. The way you command me on camera… the way you looked at me in class like you wanted to eat me alive and punish me at the same time. It’s fucked up. But I want you, Zira. Even now. Especially now.”

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

That was how long we waited. It felt like an eternity. Then, Dickson called back. Jace answered immediately. “Got it?” A pause. “Yeah, about that,” Dickson said slowly. “This number’s untraceable.” I sucked in a sharp breath. Jace’s grip on the phone tightened. “What?” “I mean it, dude. It’s a burner. No records. No location. Whoever used it wiped every possible trail. They knew what they were doing.” Xavier chimed in, “We tried everything. It’s clean.”

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "