His Untraceable Obsession Novels & Stories

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

I would have stuck to my current job and live my life like I see it. But no, I didn't know, nobody told me, nobody warned me of what was install for me, nobody gave me a heads-up. If I have been told, if I have known, maybe I would have avoided it, maybe I would have taken the next available route to escape. Then in that process, I wouldn't have met Him...rather, I wouldn't have met them. The two men, who made my life meaningful, filled it with all the passion, attention, love and most erotic moments of my life. One of them wouldn't have made me His Obsession and the other wouldn't have wanted to own me, come what may.

My deepest fear. ‘The mafia is the mafia’, Nick’s words flash in my head as I whisper. “No.” “No.” He repeats, tightening his hold on my hands. “No, there is nothing.” I say more firmly. “I can’t think of any reason.” “So, we are on a wild goose chase here?” Dante finishes off Rio’s drink. “Ha! Even more beautiful.” “Are you sure, Mel?” Reign insists. “Maybe an old acquaintance?” “Right.” Dante points his hands at me. “Maybe it’s your stupid…”

I know I'm messing things up, but I don't want to be in love just yet, it is betrayal and I never thought for one day that I'd feel this way for someone who wasn't Aria. “So you think this is obsession?” She scoffed and I nodded. “It can only be an obsession,” I replied with a hard gulp, I was deeply into this woman and too cowardly to admit it. “That's some deep shit, you need therapy,” She scoffed again heading to the door where I stood. Trina who had been quiet since was getting impatient. “Why are you in my room?” She asked, going through her wardrobe, sending us a message that she wanted to get dressed

I said. Even though my voice sounded different, like the words were dragging through gravel. The detective nodded. I kept scrolling with a tense hand. The messages about me were the worst. It felt unsettling, almost invasive, knowing someone had tracked me without my knowledge. It felt like being watched through a window I did not know was open. My thoughts churned bitterly. She had been obsessed. That was the only way to describe it. An unhealthy obsession disguised as interest. And now I was sitting here, staring at evidence that showed how far she could go to get what she wanted.

“He was crying, Beck. Like raw, ugly tears when he said Jared took something he loved.” She looked Beck in the eyes. “I don't think that was just jealousy or heartbreak. It was something else. He was… devastated.” "Obsession also doesn't fuel a six year hunt," Hayden added, putting his arm around her as if he needed the physical contact to stay grounded. "Obsession makes you messy. This man is precise.” He gestured sharply to the rose, the note, the whole night. “This is… organized. This is patience. This is years of planning.”

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

That’s all that matters. I reach into my pocket for my phone, pulling up Trina’s most recent texts. Our network of informants has been working overtime, but Liam is a ghost. He’s meticulous, careful, and almost impossible to track. His normal visit to the pawn shop. It’s like he’s vanished again.

His gaze lingered on me in a way that made my heart thump louder than it should. I picked at my pasta, suddenly self-conscious. “Maybe you just don’t look closely enough.” “Oh, I do,” he said, grin widening. “Trust me, I notice everything.” 😏 I snorted, trying not to choke on my wine. “That sounds creepy, Andrew.” “Artistic observation,” he corrected dramatically, placing a hand on his chest like a wounded hero. “Not creepy.” Laughter bubbled out of me before I could stop it. Real laughter. The kind that makes your stomach hurt a little. For the first time in months, the weight lifted — not completely, but enough to make me remember what it felt like to be alive. 🫶

He ruled the underground, cloaked in a billionaire’s skin, but his true power was unseen — stitched into every lie, every scream. She was the only thing pure he’d ever touched, and he desecrated her with devotion. He knew her body better than his own, every tremble, every secret breath. Without her knowing, he carved a tracker into her flesh, binding her to him forever. He was obsession made flesh — monstrous, untouchable, desired by all, feared by more. And yet, in the end, he would be the one undone by her innocence.*