Lethal Obsession Ready Or Not Novels & Stories

Tracy said. "Well, Wyatt hates Jaime. He can do anything just to spite him" Pearl shrugged. "Not to the extent of playing with a girl's emotions" Tracy muttered. Lilian kept playing with her food as if her mind was somewhere else. What if that's the truth? Could Wyatt be dating Layla just to get at Jaime? *** KELSO, J&H RESTAURANT*** Sebastian packed the plates on the tables and went to give them to Leah. She's the one doing the dishes.

"Are you ready?" "I’m ready to die, apparently," Aris muttered, reaching for the red, corroded handle of the secondary release. "Whatever happens, Nikos—tell me this is worth it. Tell me the world actually gets better." "It gets quieter," Nikos said, his hands finally plunging into the interface port.

“Cowards reposition.” He turned, eyes cold. “You think I’m afraid?” She stepped close, pressed a hand against his chest. “I think you’re obsessed.” He caught her wrist, squeezing until she winced. “Obsession wins wars.” She smiled through the pain. “Then make sure you survive yours.” He let her go, picked up the gun, and walked out. Back at the safehouse, Livia watched the storm through the window. Lightning crawled across the sky, silent for a heartbeat before thunder cracked.

Was it just a trick of the light, or was someone watching us? I tried to focus on the man in front of me, but my mind kept drifting back to the shadowy figure in the corner. I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, and I found myself wondering if it was all in my head or if we were truly being observed. His dark stare is killing me and he doesn't take his eyes off me. Just as I was about to voice my concerns to him, the figure vanished, leaving me with a sense of foreboding that lingered long after they were gone.

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.

Lucas's father asked staring at us as I placed Gavin back in his seat. "Let's say yes," I shrugged and began sharing the sponge cake. 'I hope they sort it out!' I thought. ______________________________________ * * * What do you guys think so far? Please drop a review ❤️❤️ Do you want a sequel about Ben and Beatrice's Story? Please, you all stay tuned for the Book 2 of the Obsession series, a Sequel of 'Secret Obsession' titled:- HIS WILD OBSESSION.

POV MADDISON The red laser dot danced across Caleb’s chest, a bloody eye marking the exact target for a lethal round. In the absolute darkness of the dead security alcove, my breath froze in my throat. The scent of our shared climax still hung thick and heavy in the cramped space, clashing violently with the sudden, metallic tang of impending death. Caleb didn't flinch. His long, elegant fingers remained hovered over the dead terminal keys, his expression locked in a mask of pure, unbothered arrogance.

I follow soon after, burying myself as deep as possible, marking her from the inside while whispering dark, filthy truths against her ear. Afterward, we lie tangled on her narrow bed, breathing ragged, sweat cooling on our skin. The diamond ring still sits on the desk like an accusation. Mirella turns her head to look at me. Her voice is quieter now, but no less stubborn. “You’re going to get us both killed one day with this obsession.” I stroke her hair, fingers possessive even in the aftermath. “I’ll kill everyone else first.” She huffs a tired laugh. “You’re impossible.”

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.