Their Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

"Yes. Married." A massive, ridiculous grin broke across Leo's face, and he immediately leaned across the table. "Okay, we need to run the data. Who is he? Give me the profile. Is he a secret billionaire? A retired movie star living undercover in the suburbs? An international spy? Oh, wait—is he a mafia boss? Please tell me you're getting a mafia stepfather, Julian. I need the connections." I couldn't help it; a genuine laugh broke through my stubborn mood. The sheer absurdity of his guesses instantly cut through the lingering anxiety from last night.

“Maybe you should try telling him directly. That way, he will have to face you whether he likes it or not.” “N-no..” she shook her head, and gulped down the remaining wine in the glass cup. “I know for a fact he is going to reject me.” “You can’t know that.” “Not when I can see he likes someone else.” She gave me a look, “You. Why are they all obsessed with you? What exactly is your secret?” “Witchcraft?” I cocked a brow and we both burst out laughing. “Very ridiculous.” She said, None of those men would ever fall for something like this.

Mark had not been able to pinpoint the exact moment it began, this unsettling obsession with Teresa that was corroding his entire being. The constantly staring, the noticing, the almost strategic tracking of her every movement. Perhaps the obsession had truly ignited when he stumbled upon that discreetly recorded footage, and decided to keep a copy for himself, such a private moment where she had dared to moan his name, while her hand was forming a secret caress between her legs, right there in his office chair.

I didn’t even bother knocking, I just pushed the door open. The office smelled of fresh leather and expensive cologne. A tall man stood by the window, back turned, hands tucked neatly in his pockets. “Good morning, sir,” I said, a bit breathless. “I’m your new secretary—” Then he turned around. My breath caught. Braxton. My stomach dropped and my legs almost gave out. This same man? First a one-night stand, then my best friend’s supposed groom, and now my new boss? His eyes were locked on mine, with that same smirk curling on his lips as if the universe was playing his favorite joke.

She had smelt that from someone else before but she couldn’t quite place who. Kemi drove home touching herself at stoplights again, replaying his obsessive declarations. She was falling deeper into his orbit, drawn by the very danger that should have sent her running. The penthouse remained quiet, pregnant wife cherished in one room while the therapist carried his secret in her body. Kai’s obsession grew daily, a force capable of both creation and destruction.

t and likely kill Johnny himself, not Layla, with her gossipy nature and sharp eyes, not the old men with their rambling stories and leering eyes that seemed to miss noth- ing. It was their secret, a dangerous, intoxicating !re that they fed in stolen mo- ments and couldn't seem to extinguish, no matter how much trouble it promised, no matter how many warnings they gave themselves. Tonight, it felt even more dangerous than usual, the air thick with unspoken longing, heavy with the weight of their shared secret. She could feel it thrum- ming in her veins, a restless energy that made her hands tremble slightly as she wiped down the bar,

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.

"Know what? That the girl who has everything wants the boy who has nothing?" "I don't want you!" She looked like she wanted to slap me, but her eyes were anchored to mine. "I hate you. I hate that you're looking at me like this." "Good," I said, reaching down to lace my fingers with hers. Her skin was ice cold, but mine was burning. "Hate is a great motivator. It's almost as strong as what's actually happening right now." "And what is that?" "Obsession." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "There's a car parked behind the equipment shed. No cameras. No Sarah. No Jax. Just a dark corner and a 'disaster' waiting to happen."