Novel & Cerita The Obsession Nora Roberts Summary

Lucas's father asked staring at us as I placed Gavin back in his seat. "Let's say yes," I shrugged and began sharing the sponge cake. 'I hope they sort it out!' I thought. ______________________________________ * * * What do you guys think so far? Please drop a review ❤️❤️ Do you want a sequel about Ben and Beatrice's Story? Please, you all stay tuned for the Book 2 of the Obsession series, a Sequel of 'Secret Obsession' titled:- HIS WILD OBSESSION.

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.

"I wanted him to have a sun that doesn't flicker. I wanted him to have a heart that doesn't need a server." ​She took the obsidian pen. The weight of it nearly pulled her to her knees. She felt the 161 chapters—the 300,000 words—surging into her hand, ready to be distilled into a single, final period. ​But as she touched the pen to the Auditor’s tablet, the black-winged aircraft above groaned. A new signal was intercepting the Audit. ​On the tablet, the words 'Final Chapter' began to be overwritten by a jagged, crimson script Nora hadn't seen in years.

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.

An unsettling sensation of being observed persisted within my consciousness. The journalist. My encounters with her remained nonexistent while an unsettling feeling persisted within me. What did she want? Which entity dispatched her? Was it Mira? The necessity of Mira's involvement became undeniable. The only possible motivation for anyone to trail my movements was their desire to uncover scandalous information. If she excavated with sufficient depth, abundant quantities of that emerged. An opportunity to ponder it never presented itself within my schedule. A larger issue confronted me today. The return journey of my mother and Alexander reached its conclusion.

The late afternoon light hit her just right, catching in her hair, warming her skin, and making the faint shift in her silhouette impossible to ignore now. There was no hiding it anymore. Not that she’d tried. I watched her from across the room, arms loosely folded, attention split between her and the stack of parchment I’d left spread across the table behind me. Inked notes, copied texts, translated fragments from archives most people didn’t even know existed. Hybrid gestation. Dragon lineage anomalies. Bloodline convergence under bonded triads. Most of it had been buried for a reason. That hadn’t stopped me. “You’re staring,” Nora said without looking at me.

I know she’s been photographed topless with just her hair artfully covering her breasts in the past; I’ve got the image saved to my phone along with dozens of others. Hoarding pictures of Aubrey Campbell is my dirty little secret. From the moment I first saw her, I wanted to claim her. Make her mine. Knowing she’s been practically naked in front of others is a totally different thing to actually seeing her bare herself. The possessive beast inside me won’t allow it. “No more. From now on no one sees your pretty little tits and juicy ass.” “Wha—I don’t…” I close the distance between us, causing her to look up so she can meet my eyes. “No one sees what’s mine.” “Y-yours?” “Mine.”

then a lick was way worse. He had been so focused on work and personal matters that this had caught him off guard. He didn’t date, didn’t have women in his life, his mind was already too cautious. What if she was sent to spy on him? A hitwoman? A Triad trap? Only Xanthe had entered his world effortlessly. She had invaded his heart without even knowing it. He froze, remembering how she had pushed him away earlier and shooed him. She was the “in-between woman” Astrid had talked about.

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