Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

I called them in a calm. My calmness surprised them and they shared a look, but after a moment, Stephanie regained her posture and raised her brows. The reporters asking me now toned down a bit after hearing me call mom and Stephanie. "Hazel," she called me back. "The infamous journalist who resigned in her job just to apply as Mr. Caleb Craige's secretary. Doesn't that sound suspicious enough? Imagine, resigning from a good job just to be a secretary of a known incorporation and now you are the girlfriend. How is being a gold digger, Hazel?"

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.

Cecilia emerged from inside the golem's carcass, clearly pleased with the shattered body beneath her. "Let's take our time," Abella said, noticing the other golems had stayed at their post. Readying her spear, she and Tink moved forward, ready for Cecilia to lure the next one out. - "OH MY GOD!" Sarah came hard, soaking Mike's lap with her cum. Her orgasm subsiding, her face once again twisted into a mask of cruelty, one hand clutching Mike's throat and squeezing. "I hate you so much right now," she hissed, her hips already beginning to move on their own. Soon, she released Mike's throat, allowing him to breathe deeply once more before cumming deep inside the witch.

No hello no greeting or hug of any type. I only had one question for her. "Who is Adaline?" I growled. She looked so surprised. Her face broke and she started crying. She had this whole sob story of how Stephanie became pregnant after our night together in the cabin. They kept it hidden from me because they thought I deserved better. The night Stephanie was having our daughter? My parents told me she was probably cheating on me and that's why I was in pain. I had heard rumors while I was in school about her being with basically the entire pack after I left, and I believed some. I was so hurt and I blindly believed my parents.

That and the fact that there were other people around talking as well, made it impossible to hear anything. "Yeah, I thought it was pretty obvious," Carly responded, "They seemed to always be around each other and outside the office together, which told me something was up." Micheal looked over at Carly. "Well their relationship is obvious," he began, "but what about ours?" Carly took a deep breath. She had a secret. One that she hoped she wouldn’t have to face but here her secret was, facing her, staring her in the eye. Just a few days ago Carly found herself in Micheal’s bedroom, crying her eyes out, laying out her feelings. Somehow her crying lead to them kissing then to them touching, to

He explained to her and she swallowed hard. “When we have already discussed about this? I was about to go into a meeting but I could not , you both disrupt everything.” He said. “And I was there, my presence could not even be noticed, you just ran past me with that log of wood in your hands and of you went to break the windscreen ...tit for tat abi ?” He said. “What was on your mind when you did it? And the exchange of words you both were saying exposing each other secrets were so shameful...I was so ashamed of myself “ He said to her.

The elevator doors opened, and Alicia walked towards her office. Her colleagues greeted her as usual, discussing their weekend plans and the latest office gossip. Alicia mechanically responded, trying to appear as normal as possible. Alicia sat at her desk, mechanically scrolling through her emails, but her thoughts had drifted elsewhere. The office was filled with the scent of coffee and the sound of keyboards, and her colleagues' busy figures darted in her peripheral vision, but none of it could hold her attention. Her entire focus was on the tiny USB stick hidden deep in her pocket, the secret container that held her darkest secret.

He walked the length of the table until he was standing directly in front of her. "You handled them better than I would have," he admitted. The earlier jealousy from the park had settled into something deeper—a fierce, almost possessive respect. "You didn't just protect the project. You protected me." He reached out, his fingers grazing the obsidian pen tucked into her suit pocket. "I told you that you were the only one I trusted to hold the controls. I didn't realize how much I meant it until I saw you dismantle Silas." Before Ava could respond, his phone buzzed on the table. It was a restricted number. Lucian answered it on speaker, sensing it was the final blow in a morning of war.

“I… I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” His hands went to my waist, pulling me close. “Good,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “Because I’m obsessed with you. Completely. And I will show you exactly what that obsession means tonight.” Back at the penthouse, we didn’t wait. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper became a battle of possession and surrender. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, burned into me with the intensity of his obsession. I responded in kind, trembling under his control, craving every moment, every edge of danger and desire.

I grinned, not bothered that my ex- husband had kept secrets from me, but more interested in the fact that my soon -to- be husband thought it was something to milk. "How big is this secret?" I asked "Enough to bring him down." I shook my head, unimpressed. "I already have a few that could bring him down, that doesn't sound big enough." "I see you have high standards." Sebestian was leaning across the table now, inching closer. I raised a brow, but didn't move away. Sebestian was closer now, he had leaned in to whisper, and he turned his lips to my ears, I could feel his breath on my skin, and his scent floored my senses, cedarwood and something else, that was simply him.