Lethal Obsession Ready Or Not Novels & Stories

I had no idea when my…fascination for Kayla grew to this extent. After seeing her for the first time at the crèche parking lot, I felt drawn to her, and the next time at the club, I took that opportunity and offered my proposal that night. Recently though, my fascination for Kayla was growing from mere infatuation into something else. Something more sinister. I refused to put a name on it. But seeing her laugh and bat her fucking eyelashes at a man wearing goddamn colorful khaki shorts, and watching him blatantly undress her with his eyes right on my fucking sidewalk in public, has my blood boiling.

“You can do this quietly and secretly. As far as the world’s concern, Henri Ascott’s death could be a suicide or an accident gone wrong,” “Tonight’s our only chance, Colt. Tomorrow they’re getting more hired help. I heard Raphael Rothschild’s bringing in the Russian mob. So it’s now or never,” Jackson said as he circled around the desk, reaching for something in the drawer. “We’ve been waiting for this moment since last year, remember? You didn’t do it when you had the chance at her party, now it’s redemption time,” Jackson picked up the gun in the drawer and stretched it out to Colton. Levi squeezed his shoulder and nudged him to take the gun. Colton stared at the gun and swallowed hard.

I could see that deadly obsession in his eyes, which made me shiver in my place. "What do you want from me?" I mustered enough courage to ask him directly. "I thought I was very clear about my intentions by now." He leaned forward and squeezed our bodies together before adding. "You" His gaze returned to my lips. "I want you!"

During the pass two days of being ‘DEAD’ Lena had lost a great amount of weight. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Marks eyes widened at the mention of ‘sex’ He picked a look at his alpha before lowering his head. Jeremy had tolerated enough from a mere warrior, Jeremy stood up tall,his eyes were red like a radar detector,like a predictor ready to pounce at his prey which as at this point it was Olivia who was standing right in front of him wagging her mouth.

I turned around and faced him, Ezra was leaning against the doorframe and looking at me with an amused expression. “It was always you,” There was no response, “You wanted to frame Isaac, didn't you?” “I wasn't sure you would find the phone but you always exceed my expectations.” “How cynical you are” I wanted to kill him, “Your theater is over because I already discovered you.” “This is just beginning. Do you think you can get rid of me so easily?” Ezra locked the door and began to walk slowly towards me as I hid the scissors behind my back. “Don't make the mistake of thinking that the police can stop me.”

One of them wouldn't have made me His Obsession and the other wouldn't have wanted to own me, come what may. Maybe I would have been alive, living as happy as my family made me. Why did I die? It's because I couldn't leave without one of them, but the one I want, didn't really want me as much and it killed me, it took away my very soul. I will stop scaring you now so that you will be patient enough to read this story, my story. So please, stay around because I will want you to tell me in the end if I was wrong or right.

The drives, the hidden folders, the envelopes—all pieces of a puzzle I was slowly mastering. My phone vibrated. Jeffrey. Jeffrey: First test complete. Did you survive? Me: Yes. And I’ve learned more than I expected. Jeffrey: Good. Now you understand. Control is obsession. Obsession is pattern. Observe him. Learn his triggers. Wait. Then act. I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. The plan was taking shape. I would obey, but I would also prepare. Every test, every obsession, every tiny misstep could be a weapon if I wielded it carefully.

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

I couldn’t afford mistakes. A mistake meant waking up in a hospital bed—or worse, not waking up at all. **** Saturday night. The air crackled with electricity, thick with cigarette smoke, sweat, and the undeniable scent of violence waiting to happen. The steel mill was packed. A crowd of rough-looking men and women, some clutching wads of cash, others just here for the thrill of watching someone bleed. Makeshift torches flickered, casting shadows that danced on rusted beams. I adjusted the tape on my knuckles, the sticky residue pulling at my skin. My stomach twisted—not with fear, but with something close to it.

I looked at the Black Ledger sitting on the nightstand and I felt a cold surge of adrenaline because the calm was finally over and the storm had arrived, and I knew that the Widow had made her final move and now it was our turn to show her exactly what happens when you try to cage a Moretti. "Get Matteo and tell him it's time to show us what he can really do, because if we are going down then we are taking every single one of these bastards with us!" I yelled as I chambered a round into my gun and prepared to face the shadows moving toward us through the smoke. The sound of the first breaching charge detonating at the end of the hallway was so loud that it felt like the entire world was fall