Obsessed Series Gage And Stella Novels & Stories

That made her laugh softly under her breath. “No,” she admitted calmly. “I understand obsession though.” The way she said it made something cold slide down my spine. Because suddenly I remembered every single thing Stella did over the years. The hacking. The stalking tendencies. The fixation on people she admired. And Lex. Oh God. Stella was obsessed with Lex too. Not romantically. Worse. Admiration obsession. Hero worship. The dangerous kind. “You’ve been watching her for years,” I realized slowly. Stella smiled slightly.

"I know baby. Just shut up while I fuck you." I felt my heart pounding hard against my chest, it's like I'm watching porn but it's a porn I don't want to watch. I carefully open my door just a little bit so I can take a quick peek from what's happening outside. My hands covered my mouth even before I could and my tears fell over my cheeks right away when I saw Gage hitting a hot blond from behind. I knew that voice and that accent was familiar. It was really Gage Stockholm and I tried to deny it to myself that it was him but it is. It is Gage Stockholm fucking another woman inside a public bathroom.

After that, they had a few more talks about anything and everything. Stella’s phone sounded as it received a notification. Fishing it out of her bag, she looked at the message and smiled so sweetly at her screen. And Hestia noticed this. Hestia was keen enough to notice every single detail at Stella. She was sure enough that something had happened to the agent, and yet was still able to do her job and finish her mission in a flamboyant way. Most of the spies she knows were all smiley despite actually having to go to training of emotional control to a great level, but now, it seems that Agent 23 or Stella was not able to control her emotions at all. She was just all smiley and the look in her

Marco said, his tone steady and businesslike. Marco and Flynn shared a look; they both bowed slightly. “We’ll leave you alone,” Flynn said before they turned and exited down the hallway. I only watched them leave, my head spinning. I didn’t like this. Not one damn bit. I opened the door and walked in. The room was dark and backlit, with rows of screens erupting from every inch of the estate’s double-barrelled walls. The monitors glowed softly, illuminating the dim walls. I sat down and tapped away at the keyboard, opening today’s footage.

She had a wolf's scent on her, faint, buried under cheap soap, and a spine Stella never showed me. Different women. Similar faces. That was all. My office door swung open without a knock. Celeste walked in already talking. "That Yards girl is gone. I took care of it." She dropped her bag on the chair and began pulling off her gloves, finger by finger. "The nerve. These bottom-feeders think showing a little skin will get them anywhere. It's always the same story. Just like that Stella girl you used to keep around —" "Celeste." My voice came out flat enough to stop her mid-sentence. "Knock next time."

Arabelle Gwyneth heard two devastating news on her 18th birthday: That she was mated to ruthless Alpha Zach Blackwood and that he rejects her in front of the whole pack. “You’re weak, wolfless, and beneath me. I, Alpha Zach Blackwood, reject you.” But rejection isn’t freedom. Soon Arabelle’s abusive father sells her to Zach to settle his gambling debts, and she becomes his slave. He is cold. He is cruel. But also obsessed with her? His dark eyes follow her everywhere. His commands grow more possessive. And worst of all? The mate bond didn’t break. When wealthy Beta Simon Sinclair offers Arabelle escape, protection, and genuine affection, she finally has a choice. But

“We’re here to bid. Gamble. Whoever pays the most walks away with the prize. Let’s begin.” My head spun. Bidding? Gambling? This was what he brought me into? He led me to our seats, his hand never leaving mine. Despite the whispers, despite the hate, his presence gave me strength. Then Chief George stepped forward. She carried a golden box. When she opened it, my breath caught. Inside lay a pair of silver handcuffs—shining, intricate, beautiful. “Lot number one,” she announced. “Sapphire Cross Handcuffs. Highest bid takes them home.”

"We can't, Nick. You don't know the kind of man my father is. My internship will be cancelled. I'll never get to step outside. You'll never see me again." Nick turns quiet, and I know he's reconsidering. "Then I guess we won't tell him." He says finally. "I'm not letting you go so easily." His words warm my heart, making me smile. "So this is between us." I say. "Besides, I want to know what he wants. Like, why has he made me his target? Who is he? What does he want from me?" "Things like this stem from obsession." Nick answers in a strange voice. "I think he's obsessed with you for certain reasons. We just need to find out why."

“Okay, look, I’m thrilled for you, seriously. You deserve to be happy. But I have to ask the hard question, Reinna, and you need to think about this.” I nodded, bracing myself. “Go ahead.” “Did he say he loves you before or after he realized you were the only one who didn’t want him just because he’s handsome and rich? Did he say it before or after the sex got this wild?” Sarah asked, her voice gentle but firm. “Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?”

Others were boxing and they were girls littered around, looking desperate for attention from any of them. The SGBC was the most sought after gang by many young wolves but it wasn’t easy to get in and I made sure of that….not everyone can be trusted. As I sat on my special chair which resembled a throne, my right hand man, Justin, walked up to me. “We have a problem.” I puffed out the smoke from the cigar from my mouth, while a little smirk appeared on my face. I loved that word. PROBLEM. “speak…” He looked around and people were already listening, Justin seemed uncomfortable, “I rather you hear this in private.”