The Obsession Nora Roberts Summary Novels & Stories

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.

With a strange dark-blue gemstone at its center. The moment her eyes landed on it— Her body stiffened. Her eyes slowly widened. A strange feeling... A very strange feeling... As if she had seen this necklace before. Not once or twice... But hundreds of times. Her heart began pounding violently for no understandable reason. "This..." she murmured softly while staring at it. Gabriel noticed the change in her expression immediately. His fingers stiffened for a moment. That feeling... He knew it very well. It happened every time she got close to something connected to her past.

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

Because she knew. And maybe she was just fucking finished with pretending to. Nora and Elias were already settled in the carriage when I climbed inside. It was over. My story was going to be told. And when the world heard what we’d uncovered… Well. The dogs would know. The carriage bumped along through slush and quiet. Wheels dug soft trenches into the snowy road, the winter woods growing thicker around us after we’d passed the gates of Obscura. Everything outside had fallen silent. Like the world itself knew to hold its breath for what came next. We’d seen no travelers. No footprints aside from those left by crows picking through ice on brittle branches.

My hand hovered just above the doorknob as I rolled the last bit of my cigar between my fingers and flicked the ash onto the floor. A faint scent reached me through the door—floral, soft, but familiar. River. I opened the door slowly. There she was. She stood by the window, arms crossed, her eyes scanning the chaos below. She wasn’t trembling, she wasn’t fidgeting, she didn’t even look surprised to see me. No, the girl looked like she belonged here. Like she’d walked right into the pit of hell and didn’t give a damn about the fire licking at her heels.