The Obsession Nora Roberts Summary Novels & Stories

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.

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 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?”

She took more, the doses becoming dangerous as she tried to numb the feeling of the noose. She began to see things in the digital files—patterns that weren't there, messages hidden in the metadata of FS Phoenix's land deeds. She would spend all night awake, her eyes wide and bloodshot, convinced that the smoke detectors were whispering her name. She was spiraling, falling faster and deeper into the dark. And miles above her, in the glass-and-steel heavens of the FS Phoenix tower, Nora and Robbin watched, waiting for the perfect moment to let the rope go.

Nora nodded. She looked at the door. The frosted glass. The light behind it. She thought about what Rachel had said. Fenn had represented Robert eight years ago. Cross had been running money for eleven. The math put Robert inside Cross's world before Nora had any idea any of it existed. Before the gala, before the diagnosis, before any of it. She'd been a target before she had a reason to be one. She pushed the door open. The room was a conference space, small, one table, four chairs. A woman in her sixties occupied the far end. Silver hair, straight posture, hands folded on the table. No laptop. No papers. Nothing between her and the room except her own composure.

"This was a lost case, ma'am. A powerful man, a kingpin of some sort, who had gone into hiding in Africa. The government, the police, they all gave up. But this man… he found him in six months. The evidence he provided was so detailed, so undeniable, that the man was arrested without a fight." Miriam’s eyes, as cold and hard as a winter sky, scanned the document. A slow, terrifying smile began to spread across her face. This was what she wanted. This was the level of ruthlessness she needed. She wasn't just a woman in love with Ethan. She was obsessed. She was a woman who was used to having what she wanted, and she wanted him. The idea that some unknown girl, this "Norah," was taking her pla

I slipped out of my room out of frustration to spy but stopped in my tracks when I saw Nora. She was standing pressed against the wall, peeking into their room through the door they had left slightly ajar. Her eyes were completely locked onto Christian’s bare, sweaty back as he ruthlessly pounded into Mom. Nora's breathing was shallow and one of her hands had found its way deep inside the waistband of her shorts. Her fingers were moving in a frantic, desperate rhythm, completely intoxicated by the sight of him worshipping our mother. Suddenly, her head snapped toward me. She knew she was caught but instead of pulling her hand out, Nora held my gaze as her knuckles kept moving beneath the fab

What they did to those girls. “To think that I was wondering if he was in love with me. Not knowing he was nothing but a freaking stalker and kidnapper and murderer.” I run my hands through my wet hair. “It’s because I was blinded by the money. And the joy of finally dealing with that idiot, Jack.” I decide. All my problems always boil down to Jack at the center. The elevator door opens and I head straight for the front door to pull it open. “No. Open you damn piece of metal.” I bang on the door. “Open!”