The Obsession Nora Roberts Summary Novels & Stories

My grandmother and Aunt Hera died of a brain tumor, and this constant headache I felt worried my parents. I had to focus on my children… and this – work. I took the tablet Bob had given me and narrowed my eyes, copying the knitting of our CEO’s brows. I tilted my head as I looked at the models. I had seen most of them in the party, fully clothed. I looked at Callahan again, wondering if he was affected by merely looking at his hot and sexy models.

“For freedom. And now… it’s starting again.” Roman’s expression darkened. “Then we need to decide whether to stop it—or finish what she started.” Nora’s breath came slow and heavy. She looked out through the broken doorway, toward the horizon where dawn was breaking over a wounded city. “Either way,” she said, her voice low but certain, “I’m done running from my blood.” The mark pulsed once—then settled, like a beast curling back into sleep. But somewhere deep beneath Hollowgate, something stirred in answer—something vast, ancient, and hungry.

They were still unconscious and I started to crawl towards them, but the chains pulled me back. They looked pale. It scared me and I felt they were almost dead. I started to swear as I watched their pale faces and lips. "No," I rasped. "No, no, no." I tried crawling to them again, and the chains jerked around my wrists. A soft hiss left my lips as the pain touched me. I had no idea who that woman that had captured us was, but I knew she was trouble. Alessia had better tell me everything when she got up. I had been so worried about my best friend that I hired Max the second I found out he was also a private investigator.

“Nora, what you do isn't for Christians. Beans and tortillas should always be on any decent table. They are a good combination for a healthy diet. Just look at me, I am the picture of health. Moreover, I do not want my grandson to have any strange ideas when he grows up. It is my responsibility to guide you in the right direction.” Oh, no, please, not again, “Rosa, I'm going for a drink. Do you want me to bring you something?” “Oh! No, daughter, I'm fine. Now that Edward is asleep, I'll start reading one of my novels.” Leaving the room, I headed for the kitchen. But suddenly, there was a strange noise that caught my attention while I was walking in the hallway. The noise sounded like somethi

So their minor mistake can trap them in a big bait from which they may never get out. “So what do we do now?” Rose asked at the same time her eyes fell on the black orchids a little away from them, which has the power to suppress the arduous poison. And when she saw it, her eyes sparkled like stars. Without informing Arthur, she moved ahead. But as soon as she went, she stumbled upon something and felt a hard object in front of her feet. Curiously, she removed the soil from that hard thing but saw a skeleton of a woman, which scared her badly. She screamed at the top of her lungs. “Arthur.”

I had noticed this the night I went to her house, she was driving me crazy that I couldn’t get enough of her and I had even ended up telling her that she was the best woman I have ever had. Even though I told myself she wasn’t that kind of woman that would use my obsession over her body to get at me, I was still afraid that she would which was why I promised myself that morning when I was leaving that I won’t give her the opportunity to even use it at me. I had started ignoring her from that day, waiting for the day that she would come threatening to expose everything if I don’t give her some amount of cash. I was ready to give her any amount she mentioned and fire her but still get my money

MARCELLUS I don't answer immediately. Instead, I look at Nora. She's staring at the chocolate spilling across the plate, refusing to look at me. "...I do." No one utters a word. Even Sebastian has his narrowed gaze on me. "She's right." My voice is calm. "Obsession doesn't announce itself. One day you're simply... rearranging your entire life around another person without realizing you've already lost." A few contestants exchange glances. "And lies?" I continue. "They sometimes don't begin with bad intentions."

it all matches that night with the lady I never saw again. Everything started making sense to nanny Rosa. "Just be careful, Master Smith," she whispered. "Be very careful." He nodded. "Goodnight, Aunty Rosa." "Goodnight, my boy." She left to her quarters still with a worried mind. Smith was like a son she never had. ------------ Rick laid breathless beside Ria, their bodies still glistening from the night's heat. But Rick's mind was far away— the incident from the hospital came back fresh. What if the kids were his?

I hate him so much, just as much as I hate his stupid mother. “Do you think that you can eavesdrop on my mother?” These two are up to something. It's so obvious. And they are both up to no good. Zorya’s words are still ringing in my head. She sounded so angry, and because of this jerk, I couldn't hear her. She wants someone dead and I am certain that the ‘him’ she was talking about is Nikolai.

Eleanor said slowly, "has been in position for at least that long. Patient, careful, exactly the kind of long-term operator who wouldn't have made the same mistakes Victor or even Agatha eventually made." I looked around the room at everyone gathered there — Nora, steady despite the exhaustion plain on her face; Rachel and Eleanor, still carrying the weight of their own long, painful history with this same shadowy network; Torres, already turning back to his research with renewed, grim determination. "Then I suppose," I said slowly, echoing Nora's words from days earlier, "we have quite a bit more work ahead of us before any of this is actually finished." Nora's hand found mine, steady and w