Obsessed Book Summary Novels & Stories

From the looks of it things were going according to his plan, all Marcel had to do was kick back and relax and watch the Saran unveil itself. Marcel watched from the dark as Alora and Zemia left the house and into the restaurant, from the knowledge he had gotten from the sacred text. He watched her eat Alora seemed happy, he could see how her mood affected Zemia. He watched in awe as Zemia slowly became weak and a smile creeped on his face. “Do you have your eyes on them?!.” Marcel asked. “I got my eyes on them, what’s wrong with the Demon king!!.” Kira asked.

I knew certainly that she was wondering why the heck I was suddenly being calm with her. She nodded her head, continuously as she replied, “Yeah, anytime. Whenever.” So, why can't it be as easy as this? Why can't she let me claim her and get her out of my fucking system? Was it my determination to claim her, and to make her believe that I always got what I wanted that made me so obsessed with this girl I thought would be a one-night stand? This isn't right. I, admitting that I was indeed obsessed—getting this mad because a girl wanted to cut ties with me, just wasn't right.

It was already noon and Rose had long ago finished eating and was now in her room waiting for Mr. Evidence. She had called his number it rang but no one was picking up. She didn't want to knock on his door because she believed that if he wanted to see her, he will come to meet her in her room. She laid on her bed as she browse through the internet, searching for any new news about the ongoing economy and the situation of the country. After browsing through the internet, she got tired and decided to do something different. She stood from her bed and moved around the room to see if she could see anything to keep her busy even if it's a game. She didn't mind playing it alone. She walked towards

After some time of laughing, we ended it with a sigh and looked at Marcus who only shook his head. "Do you girls want to go to the movies some time? Did you know that the movie, 'His Obsession' is out already? The one written by this awesome author, 'Gift Odulesi'." Marcus informed us with a broad smile. "Really?!" Sheryl and I squealed. "Wow, that's so cool! The 'His Obsession' that the main characters are Eve Netherland and Justin Carter? I really loved that book and I'll love to watch the movie." My lips curved into a smile.

But not for long. My men would continue to watch her. Not touch. Not interfere. I wanted her raw, stripped of the world she built around herself. And tonight, it had already begun. The wine. The frustration. The way she kicked off her shoes like she hated everything that had happened the moment she left me. That’s what obsession looks like at the start—small cracks. And cracks spread. I poured myself another drink and returned to the board. Checkmate was inevitable. It always was.

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

Instead, my thoughts circled her, over and over, a tempest I couldn’t calm. It started small. A missed call. A delayed response. A signature I didn’t double-check. Normally, I was meticulous—flawless. Every decision precise, every movement calculated. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. Desire doesn’t respect schedules, priorities, or logic. By the time I noticed, the first cracks had already appeared.

Just as I was about to remove my hand, he grabbed my hand, stopping me. I looked at him and noticed his eyes were half-lidded, dazed, with his whole body radiating that familiar flush of heat. He looked intoxicated, but I knew better. Those were the telltale signs of an Omega slipping deeper into heat. He’d probably be like this for the next few days, his body begging to be touched, soothed, bred. But me? I didn’t have days. This rut was wrecking me from the inside out, tearing through my restraint. I wanted him. Now. And the longer I waited, the worse it got.

Hunter quickly said before he lowered his eyes and focused on the folders again. I rolled my eyes in the air. 'Who's asking?' I turned my back and closed the door behind before going to the library. As expected, everything's neatly arranged. Ezekiel hates it when his place has dirt. Mainly the reason why there are a lot of maids here and serving him. I tried to pick out a book to read, but I can't understand any of it. They are all about business and history, something I am clearly not interested in. I was about to just sit on the couch when something caught my attention.

He went over to Mickey. "Hey, move away. Let me do it, it seems as though you're planning to take my mom away from me" he muttered. Leah laughed from where she was. She's glad to see he's finally the cheerful Jaime that she knows. She looked around the restaurant worriedly. "Where are you?" She asked, referring to her husband, Sebastian. **** MONTERIO'S INVESTMENT*** Hailey shut down her computer as she was through with the day's work. She stretched her shoulder tiredly and yawned softly. She's suddenly feeling hungry.