My Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

His hand lifted, hesitated, then curled into a fist at his side instead of touching me. “Because I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.” My stomach flipped, part fear, part something I refused to name. I swallowed hard. “That’s not love, Sebastian. That’s obsession.” His lips curved, not in amusement, but in something darker. “Maybe it is. But obsession keeps you alive. Love? Love gets people killed.” The words chilled me. There was history in them, shadows he wasn’t sharing. A secret that gnawed at the edges of my sanity because I knew—I just knew—I hadn’t heard the full story.

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.

He appeared to be a decent man; it is unfortunate that he ended up with Mother. I felt pressed, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Just as I was about to turn the doorknob, the door swung open, and green eyes met blue. My body trembled, my lips quivered, and I felt my heartbeat stop at that instant. Nothing made sense, especially not with my stepbrother half-naked before me and the fact that I knew his dirty little secret. “Cold shower, just like you asked,” he brings his lips close to my ear and whispers.

Mark had not been able to pinpoint the exact moment it began, this unsettling obsession with Teresa that was corroding his entire being. The constantly staring, the noticing, the almost strategic tracking of her every movement. Perhaps the obsession had truly ignited when he stumbled upon that discreetly recorded footage, and decided to keep a copy for himself, such a private moment where she had dared to moan his name, while her hand was forming a secret caress between her legs, right there in his office chair.

It felt like an eternity—five long years—yet I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. Frustration simmered beneath me, as I made my way to my secret room. Once inside, I shut my eyes, feeling the warmth envelop me. Cassandra’s pictures adorned the walls, each one a reminder of my moments with her. The more distance she put between us, the stronger my obsession grew.

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

l felt overwhelmed and exhausted. It probably didn’t help that I stuffed myself with way too much dessert just ten minutes before and now, more than ever, I was ready for a nap. “Do you want me to let you in on a secret?” Roxy asked with her eyebrow cocked, trying to lighten the mood. I rolled my eyes at her. “You know I have to know any and every secret Rox, it's like my kryptonite. If I don’t know it, I’ll snoop until I figure it out. So out with it, fast and in a hurry. The anticipation is killing me.”

How could I afford an annulment that cost almost a million? I noticed Elena grimacing at me and signaling as she looked behind me. When I turned, I saw Ares entering the coffee shop where we were, his gaze fixed on me. I felt a rush of nerves at the intensity of his stare. He didn't smile—this was serious. Was this the feeling of having a secret kept from you? I couldn't bear this for much longer... As Ares approached, he briefly looked at Elena before turning his attention to me. His face was stern, making my chest tighten even more.

I replied, my eyes fell on the box Zemia had gifted me. “Are you okay Luna!.” Liam asked and sat at the same couch Zemia had sat on. I stared at him, he was good looking but Zemia was…. he was different. He is fascinating. Zemia has blue diamond-like eyes with something like fireflies flapping its wings inside it. I shocked my head when I realized I was fantasising about a man I just met, what’s up with me and men lately. First I met Marshal, my good Samaritan , Aiden the man of many dreams and now Zemia the sexy Demon.

The moment that was so surreal, so impossible to occur in her thoughts was now happening as the door opened and he entered inside, leaving her shaken to the core. Was she going to get ruined again? Would she have the repeat of that night again? She now understood; That one night stand was the start of his obsession with her.