The Obsession Nora Roberts Summary Novels & Stories

Right now, she was where Vanessa should be. Noah spanned his hand on the small of Nora’s back. She was beautiful, everyone here caught onto it. Hers was the beauty to be admired from the distance, this close, he could point out thousands of imperfections that she so tried to hide. He was attracted to Nora, yes. If attraction meant how much awed he had been three years ago and the feeling still lingered. But his mind, even now, was disproportionally occupied by one small skittish little thing that never seemed to stay. He would look for her but he didn’t want his attention off Nora Desmond for a minute. Tonight was about her and him and the elephant on the loose which was her father.

Nathaniel's Obsession Rosalyn sat on the bed staring into nothing. He had locked her in the room. Not only did he lock her in his house, he locked her in his room. She wanted so badly to call the cops, but she knew what Nathaniel was about and she didn’t want to have to cause extra problems. The idea of causing him that much hair didn’t sit well with her and she knew how he felt about avenging his parents. She just wanted to end this with him. She knew she had falling deeply for him, but she could not end her career when it just begun.

"Her father collected a catastrophic amount of debt, for her treatment. Millions, Boss. She tried to clear it, worked herself to the bone, but the interest grew too fast. Moretti bought out the debt. He gave her an ultimatum, either she loses her family for not being able to pay, or she becomes his wife and the debt get cleared." I stared down at her picture again. The puzzle pieces clicked into place. The deep, heavy anger I had sensed in her eyes at the gala—it wasn't just directed at my harsh words. It was the suffocating weight of a trap she couldn't escape. She was drowning, and Moretti was the predator waiting to pull her under completely. An irrational, dark possessiveness sparked dee

Nora waited in her dorm room until midnight, but there was no sign of Mr professor. The silk camisole and tiny shorts she had chosen felt ridiculous now. She had checked her phone obsessively, hoping for a text, a knock or anything but nothing came. He hadn’t shown up. There was no sign of him. The ache between her legs had twisted into pure frustration. She had touched herself twice, cuming hard while whispering his name into the dark, but the orgasms only left her hungrier. Elias Voss was still running, hiding behind his guilt and his precious rules.

**Lily's POV** I woke up at six, like always, with a headache sharp enough to kill. I had slept late. Or maybe I hadn't slept at all. I honestly didn't remember when my thoughts finally shut up. I got ready mechanically, ate toast without tasting it, and left for work. I wasn't ready to face him. Not today. Not after everything. The drive felt longer than usual. I parked my car, scanned my ID, and took the elevator straight to the top floor. Ninth floor. Every second upward felt heavier.

I felt him press a quick kiss to my shoulder, then shift to sit up. “Come in,” he called, voice still rough with sleep. Nora entered quietly, closing the door behind her. She looked like she hadn’t slept at all—pale, eyes shadowed, clutching a small leather-bound book against her chest like it might shatter if she held it too loosely. Her mother’s grimoire. She stopped at the foot of the bed, gaze flicking between us. “I… didn’t want to wake you,” she said, “but this couldn’t wait.”

The others followed suit, chattering softly about the day's finds. Ivana lingered, pacing in her room. Her notebook lay open on the desk, the words etched across the page replaying in her mind: He who sleeps is not to be disturbed. "Hope we didn't do anything wrong today," she whispered, unease coiling in her stomach. That night, Ivana tossed in bed, unable to shake the heat, the dust, the weight of the tomb. Her eyelids finally gave way, and she drifted into a restless sleep.

I said, because truth likes to have witnesses. Nora arrived in the kind of flurry that announces someone who has run across decades to hand you the next chapter. She was younger than I’d imagined and had the same observant tilt in her head I’d seen in Maggie’s handwriting. Her hands held an old ledger bound in thread so worn the fabric looked like a map of storms. She unwrapped it like it was a relic and slid it across the table with a reverence I found disarming.

If he woke obsessed with her again She would use it. Not as a wife. Not as a victim. As someone who now understood the power of desire, obsession, and leverage. And God, she remembered that man’s obsession. Pure hunger wrapped in ice. Eyes that devoured while pretending to judge. Hands that shook when they touched her yet claimed they didn’t care. She had drowned in it once. She would not drown again. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced down. Unknown Number: “Mr. Adrian is being taken to St. Haven’s Emergency. Are you on your way?”

Gabriella finally realises who her enemies are and is determined to make sure that both her mother and her sister pay for everything they've put her through and if that means one twin had to disappear for good, then so be it. Secrets are exposed, lies are uncovered and revenge is in motion. Find out how Ella and Elle battle for the position of the superior twin in the second part of the series, OBSESSED. PROLOGUE GABRIELLA. Four months later... "Are you really ready for this Ella?" Martin asks again for the umpteenth time and I could not help the displeased groan that escaped my lips.