The Obsession Nora Roberts Summary Novels & Stories

In particular, the one in the middle, who was looking at her like… Like he wanted to eat her alive. Nora was a human. She had no connection whatsoever to werewolves. There was no reason that they should be paying attention to her. She tried to focus on the podcast that she was listening to. Some true crime thing that she’d been obsessed with for a while. “…and they found the body in the woods….” a soothing, woman’s voice was narrating the hideous details of a necromancer who had been murdering people to bring them back from the dead. Maybe it was weird that she found listening to other people’s grisliest traumas comforting. But there was something about knowing that everyone went through thi

Chapter one Aphrodite I watched the clock, willing the minutes to tick by. I just wanted to get out of this office, go home, and collapse onto my bed. The day's work had left me feeling drained, and I was just counting the minutes until I could leave. As I waited, I glanced around my office, not really paying attention to anything in particular. My gaze landed on a painting that had been placed there by the company. It depicted an eagle, gazing sorrowfully at a fish in the water. The fish looked sadly back at the eagle.

he said as he leaned over and gritted his teeth on her neck, but the next moment he woke up with a jolt. The girl was now smiling and looking at him "Who are you?" He was looking at her in amazement. She was a human being. He could smell her blood from a distance. But when he gritted his teeth, an unseen force pushed him back. There was only blood in her body but it was a very different taste. “What do you think? Only you can play games. "She took the chewing gum out of the bag and put it in her mouth "My name is Nissa and nice to meet you Mr. Harry."

She struggled and in just a few seconds it had begun to become a scene, Zemia was choking blood and Alora was trying to get off her chair. They heard a loud sound. Everyone turned around to see two women, one holding her cheek and the other frowning. “You little bitch!!, how dare you!.” The strange woman yelled at Alora. Alora stared in horror, she saw the woman’s eyes flicker between red and brown, that was enough proof that she wasn’t dealing with a human. Alora forgot where she was and let out a roar. She broke loose from whatever held her back and faced the woman head on.

"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.