The Obsession Nora Roberts Summary Novels & Stories

The one that got away: Nora followed Kip down the long hall. She kept her eyes focused on her surroundings but didn't try looking into any of the rooms. She didn't want to see any more horrors. Kip glanced over his shoulder and noticed Nora’s discomfort and began hitting the buttons on the wall as he passed them. The dark gray wall became clear as Nora walked by each one. Each room held the same horror but different stage. Somewhere just starting to shift, some didn't make it and laid dead on the floor. The nurse in the room looked relieved. Others were the Lobo standing over the person nurse’s dead body.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

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.”

I had no idea what to tell her. The masseuse reached for hot stones and placed them one by one down my spine. They were warm, grounding. I needed them more than I thought. “You know I’m not judging you, right?” Nora said after a bit. “I’m just… watching. You’re in a very dangerous love triangle with two very rich, very hot men and I’m just over here eating crab cakes and living vicariously through you.” I snorted. “You were hired to cook the crab cakes. Plus, you have someone… did you get over the flowers so quick?”

Nora whispered, mesmerized. "I told you," he said, his voice a jagged edge. "He’s uncontrollable. He wants to put his seal on you. He wants the whole world to know who you belong to." Nora felt a surge of pure, unadulterated desire. It was the kind of obsession she had read about in the old lore, the kind of love that burned packs to the ground. She didn't care about the war. She didn't care about the Council. She just wanted the man holding her to never let go.

It feels like I’m losing my mind inch by inch, like the absence of her is its own kind of madness clawing at my skull. Sometimes I wonder what kind of disease or spell Anya Sokolova has cast over me. Because this obsession didn’t start slow it hit me like a bullet to the chest. One encounter during Roman’s wedding wedding, just one look into those soft, startled eyes, and I was a goner. A seasoned mafia man undone in a single breath by a woman who doesn’t even know the damage she’s causing. And God help me…I still can’t get enough.

The kind she herself had cultivated by becoming unreachable, untouchable, a ghost. “I went for a walk, Elijah,” she said calmly. “The city is still there. And so am I.” She turned to Elnora, who was watching her with cautious hope, like someone witnessing the return of a familiar shape after a long absence. “You were right, Nora,” Robbin said quietly. “I was eroding. But I’ve found the bedrock.” In her office, Robbin opened a folder on her desk. Its label was simple, deliberate: The Foundation Ledger.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

Rosealba stilled in both actions and breath. Her eyes held Drystan’s face his words echoing in her head and melting through her heart. Rosealba swallowed forcing some air down her throat. “Being my obsession is enough to earn you anything free and I need you to take it without questions.” Obsession? The word resounded in her head, separately. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at Drystan's confusion etched on her face. She was his obsession? As the realization struck her, the confusion on her face wore off, replaced with something different.

“Her name, her past, it's all fog and nothing concrete. You're about to marry a woman whom you haven't completely vetted. What if we're wrong about her?” “I'm aware.” My reply seemed to infuriate him, but he hid it pretty well. “Are you?” He pushed. “Because it looks like obsession, and in our world, it gets men like us killed.” My jaw ticked, but I stayed silent. Matteo was my right hand man for a reason, and this was one of them. Everything he'd said to this point was true, but you know what else was true? The fact that she was getting on my nerves. She intrigued me too.