The Obsession Nora Roberts Summary Novels & Stories

Is she everywhere or just stalking me? “Do you have a problem with that, Fernandez?” I smirked. “Ha,” she scoffed. “No wonder Taylor and Tyler were always adamant at getting your throat,” she smiled. “Not if I get yours first,” I countered. “You can't touch the eldest daughter of the Monroes and Santiagos in-law,” Sara boomed. “Ouuuuu,” the hall echoed. “Oh, come off it, you two,” Angela snarled. “Cry over it, douche,” I replied calmly and took Sara’s hand, walking out.

It disappeared almost as soon as I noticed it. My heart skipped a beat. “John,” I whispered turning back toward the bed. He stirred and sat up. “What is it baby?” I looked back out the window but the light was gone. The beach was empty again. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks after everything we had been through. But deep down I knew better. Somewhere out there in the shadows someone was still watching. The obsession that started on that summer vacation had created ripples far beyond Victor Kane. Someone new was carrying it forward.

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.

The Final Full Stop ​The world beyond the cottage was busy. The "Wilder Syndicate" trials were beginning. The "God of War" tropes were being analyzed by scholars. The name "Nora Davis" was being whispered in chat rooms as a legend, a ghost who broke the machine. ​But here, in the cold morning air, there was only the sound of a crackling fire and the distant call of a bird. ​Nora looked at the first page of the journal. She didn't write about Billionaires. She didn't write about Asylums.

Norman paced restlessly at the edge of my consciousness, growling at my restraint, knowing I was walking a fine line between mercy and obsession. I cornered every obstacle in my path. Every bill. Every debt. Every detail that could threaten her, her children, or her fragile pride—I destroyed them before she even knew they existed. It was silent. Invisible. Perfect. And still, when I leaned against the wall outside her door, waiting, I felt the pull of her even when she wasn’t there. The faint trail of her sorrow, the remnants of her exhaustion, lingered in the air, mixing with the antiseptic scent of the hospital. It clung to me like smoke.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

I could sense her racing pulse against my chest. “You lied to me,” I growled, my voice low and deadly. “You misled me. and I will find her. I will find my Nora. and I will own her.” I left her there, pinned against the wall with the rage still pulsing within my veins. My eyes never left her as I turned, stomping away, my boots thudding against the earth with frustration and obsession. Each step brought me closer to my actual Luna, my Nora. The forest engulfed my form, my fury, and my intentions. But there was something that shone brighter above everything else, my obsession. My Nora was out there, and I would make her mine. And anyone who dared stand in my way… would burn.