Novel & Cerita The Obsession Nora Roberts Summary

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.

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

“Nice. You look pale.” I don’t glance at her, keeping my eyes carefully focused on a point on the bar behind her. “I’m fine,” I say, but the truth is, I haven’t gone a day without thinking about Noah. I just.... I don't understand why my brain is so obsessed with him. He's never uttered a nice word to me. Anger flares, building and growing. Remembering what a girl said to me whenever she caught me staring at him the first day of sophmore year.

The moment that was so surreal, so impossible to occur in her thoughts was now happening as the door opened and he entered inside, leaving her shaken to the core. Was she going to get ruined again? Would she have the repeat of that night again? She now understood; That one night stand was the start of his obsession with her.

The rigid composure she always wore began to crack; her hands visibly shook before she quickly adjusted her posture, forcing a brittle smile that failed to reach her eyes. “Sebastien, darling,” she purred, drawing closer to the desk. “Why do you have that? What was it doing with Dorothy?” Uncle Sebastien’s gaze, which had been fixed on my every move with an unsettling, heavy intensity, finally flicked over to her, then back down to the journal. He turned it sideways, examining the spine with thorough, clinical precision before looking back up at her. “What is this called?” Mother’s brows furrowed deeply. Her hands tightened against the fabric of her dress, gripping it so hard her knuckles tu

The man was already trembling, trying to talk his way out of whatever fate awaited him. Nora leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. She did not announce her presence immediately. She watched silently what he was going to do with the man next. Finally, she spoke. “Want a hand, Robert?” He glanced over his shoulder, meeting her gaze. His expression did not change, but she caught the flicker of an emotion. “You should not have followed me here.” “Well, here I am now,” she replied, stepping closer. “And curiosity kills cats.”

Could she be his arranged mate? It couldn’t be a coincidence. Otto backed away from the table, nearly colliding with another eager fan. He mumbled an apology and retreated to a quiet corner of the room, unable to tear his eyes from Nora. She continued signing books, smiling and chatting with her readers as if their encounter had meant nothing. But he had seen the way her hand trembled. The way her scent had spiked with anxiety when she recognised him. He leaned against the wall, opening the book to flip through its pages. The title caught his attention: “Moon’s Shadow: A Tale of Redemption.” His throat tightened as he read the back cover—a story about a werewolf seeking forgiveness from a wo

Luca just saved my life. We move back to back, covering each other in ways that feel both alien and instinctive. The blood between us, the betrayals, the lies—they don’t matter here. What matters is that Sabrina is upstairs, and if we fall, she falls too. But Nora isn’t here yet. She’s a shadow, pulling strings from deeper inside the estate. She’s letting her men bleed for her, because she always has. And that terrifies me more than the bullets. The chandeliers above us sway violently as another blast rips through the east wing. Shards of crystal rain down, slicing open cheeks, arms, throats.

He does not see what I do. That attention is not neutral. That awareness carries weight. That when probability is already strained, observation itself becomes pressure. Below us, far beyond consequence, Nora moves through the world. She breathes. She walks. She chooses. She does not feel the shift yet. The air does not change. The ground does not tremble. The sky does not darken. But something has begun to tilt. Not because I pushed it. Because I am watching closely enough to know exactly where it will break.