The Obsession Nora Roberts Summary Novels & Stories

And as Isabella looked up at Dante with terror replacing joy in her expression, as he read the message and his face went hard with cold fury, she realized with devastating certainty that their story was nowhere near its ending. Some obsessions could never be satisfied. And Catalina Russo had just found its most powerful weapon.

From that letter, from that name, from the ghost of bloodlines past clawing up my spine. I followed the east wall path past midnight, letting the cool wind bite into my skin. Hawthorne House loomed behind me, stoic and silent, its magic humming low like a watchful heartbeat. Campus patrol wasn’t technically required for senior wolves this semester, but I volunteered anyway. It was easier to act busy than be left alone with my thoughts. I didn’t expect anyone else out this late. And I definitely didn’t expect her. Nora stood at the foot of the old observatory tower, half-shadowed, hands tucked into the sleeves of her oversized coat, as if she didn’t belong to the storm surging around her.

My voice was firm and hard. She didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then, “Just don’t underestimate how far he’ll go. He doesn’t just want power, Claire. He wants to control the narrative. And he wants you back in it.” she said cautiously. I froze, my mind spun into a labyrinth of thoughts. “What?” I asked. Almost raising my voice. Nora leaned forward slightly. “He’s not just angry. He’s obsessed. You’re not just the one who got away. You’re the story he’s trying to rewrite.”

Nora’s POV Shock froze every single nerve ending in my body. For a fraction of a second, I didn't breathe, didn't blink, didn't even process the reality of what was happening. This was the monster who had just executed a man a few rooms over. This was the psychotic criminal who held me here against my will, threatening to bury me alive. Yet, his lips were warm, firm, and moved with a devastating, arrogant confidence that short-circuited my brain completely. The faint, intoxicating scent of Tom Ford mixed with the metallic tang of adrenaline flooded my senses, pulling me into a hazy, disorienting spin.

Like breathing. After twenty minutes, the lab feels warmer. Calmer. The beginning of a small woven panel starts forming beneath my hands. This is how stories begin in fabric. Thread by thread. Memory by memory. I'm so focused I don't hear the door open. But I feel it. That strange sensation of being watched. I look up. And freeze. Standing in the doorway—coat damp from rain—is Adrian Hale. For a moment neither of us speaks. The fluorescent light above us flickers slightly.

The glass walls were now covered in heavy blinds, the once minimal decor replaced with a plush leather recliner, a small side table with an assortment of oils and towels, and a discreet fridge in the corner, stocked not with water bottles, but with labeled glass jars awaiting their fill. Nora stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, wearing nothing but a silk robe that Roman had left folded on her desk that morning. The fabric kissed her skin as if it were complicit in what was about to happen. Her breasts, full again, throbbed with anticipation. She had only just arrived that morning, but already the ache had returned. It was as if her body had learned to respond to their presence,

I pleaded, desperately peeling his hand off mine and swiftly walking away. As I hurriedly made my way towards the office I had been directed to, I couldn't shake off the nagging thought that if that guy was indeed a worker there, how could he afford such an extravagantly expensive car? Pushing the question aside, I made my way to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Nora Roberts, I was told to resume today" I said to the beautiful blonde lady who looked nice. She returned my smile and searched through some files as she spoke "Oh you're the new Personal Assistant to Mr Nathaniel Lockhart"

“Did I just hear what I heard a few hours ago? Nora is the cause of everything. Nora is why everything is happening. She has somebody. She has somebody she is going to. That person is helping her to destroy Alpha Orion's life. And Alpha Orion knows absolutely nothing about it.” I am still unable to believe she was able to destroy Alpha Orion's life to this extent. And he knows nothing about it. It frustrated me very deeply. And the fact that she wants Rodger to take over the throne and thinks I am the perfect trap for both of them. She just wants to scatter them in every possible way. And I am like the main tool that she needs in doing everything. And now she's going to also deal with me.

If it was possible for him he would destroy all the men in the world just so it would remain only him for her, that was how far his obsession and stupidity would take him, and the most pathetic thing about the whole thing was that, he wouldn’t be able to help himself. His train of thoughts started to turn ugly and soon he felt his erection go flaccid. He needed a distraction or Nora would consume him again. He shot to his feet. "I need to go check in at the office again, do you want to stay in while I run?" “Can’t your assistant handle it?” She asked with a bit of disdain in her voice and that made Nathan’s jaw tick. He hated that she wanted to insult Nora, he knew that was where this was go

No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.