Obsessed Series Gage And Stella Novels & Stories

Seeing Joey so angry, Stacy quickly entered the room. She glanced at Caleb, who was smirking, and immediately put on a cold expression. She said, "Please follow me out!" Caleb set down his coffee and slowly stood up. He looked at Joey with a disdainful gaze and stated, "I know you have Mr. Gray and Eastwell Entertainment backing you up. "However, Eastwell is keeping an eye on the Yates family for you. As for Zachary, he hasn't settled matters with the Fisher family, so how does he have time to deal with you?"

I was going to choose Jessica but I need a strong heir and Jessica Gamma blood will not work. Stella crosses the room and finishes buttoning up my shirt. That’s another thing I like about Stella she is very submissive but has a strong aura. She can command a room without trying but doesn’t speak out of turn. I take in her black waist length hair and light grey eyes. She looks very elegant in her black dress.

They were already weak. We shared the results of our findings with Crimson Rose pack but withheld the other information that we got from the cook." The Beta informed him. "When did this happen?" Vishal asked coldly. Everyone noticed the drop in the temperature of the room. "Yesterday." The Gamma answered. The room was silent for a while with everyone engrossed in their own thoughts. When the silence was about to be become awkward, the eldest Armeni stood up and ushered everyone of them out of the room.

Just then the nurse called Isaac, I asked her if I could keep him company and she said yes, so we both went to wait for the doctor in a small room. I started to feel very cold from the air conditioning and I got goose bumps. Isaac noticed it and took off his jacket to put it over my shoulders, he got so close to me that I could feel the heat of his body. Or was it my imagination? “Better?” I ask. “Much Better.” Isaac turned around and surveyed the place. "Look how many things are here," he commented as he looked at a table full of materials, there was gauze, alcohol, syringes and countless other things, I was afraid of just seeing them.

I had to go see a gynecologist. My period was late again. I booked a specialist whose name sounded very feminine, Jessie Lloyd. Jessie seemed pretty popular. I was number 35. On the day of the appointment, I sat in the waiting area, scrolling my phone screen now and then, occasionally glancing up to check the queue. Then, I noticed something strange. Why did every woman coming out of the consultation room look so radiant, no matter her age? Jessie had to be insanely good. That was what I thought.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

Morning light spilled through the blinds of Voss Studio, cutting pale gold stripes across the hardwood floor. The faint smell of coffee mixed with the sharper scent of developing chemicals in the back room. Amara stood at her work table, sorting through the prints from last night’s gala. Most of the shots were exactly what the magazine wanted—elegant, expensive, safe. Politicians laughing mid-toast, charity donors shaking hands, the mayor pretending to admire the silent auction items. But here and there, scattered like mistakes she couldn’t bring herself to delete, were glimpses of him.

she says, lacing her voice with hope. I felt a warm breeze coming, and with it, the scent of Sandalwood and Citrus hit me, awakening something inside me. My eyes darkened, and I looked toward the busy floor. The room was filled with hundreds of guests, celebrating the Dannelly triplets' birthday and coming of age. But all my eyes could do was stare at those piercing eyes that looked back at me. My eyes widened as I saw my mate. His dominant aura radiated fiercely, and he knew... I knew...

Zian uttered but his words brought that painful gloominess in Ezrene's face. “Happy endings are just meant for love stories but not for tales of obsession,” Ezrene's words were laced with that pain of not having a lover but an obsessor. Her words caused a smirk to form on Zian's face. Stepping closer to Ezrene, he placed his palm over her head which made Ezrene look upward into his eyes. “I don't know about obsession but the obsessor knows how to snatch happy endings from their fate which even lovers fail in doing, so don't worry,” he passed her an assuring smile which Ezrene just continued to gaze at.

Stella asked in panic. He looked at her with sympathy. "Is it very bad? Can I not give birth...?" Stella was blabbering. "You are dying Stella. You are dying." He yelled now "Germ cell tumor is a cancer and you are in an advanced stage." Stella swallowed her saliva twice, thrice and more number of times that she could count... "I am dreaming.. Yes this is a nightmare." Stella felt the consultation room spinning. The room had now turned black and white and Edwin in the centre only in true colors smiling as he lifted the baby high in the air.