Their Secret Obsession Pippa Moon Novels & Stories

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.

And it’s like my entire body erupts in goosebumps as he floats right into me – and through me! Three hundred and sixty degrees around us, all the videos freeze. Next, the monitors show people doing things backwards, chirping like chipmunks and getting noticeably younger and shorter as the days tick by. But the one common thread running through all these scenes, directly or indirectly, is Septimus’s object of affection. Rina, that’s her name, short for Oriana. I learn this instinctively yet again, or perhaps through telepathy from Septimus. Rina is a Catholic Italian woman who’s a girly girl outside but harbors a secret obsession with rock ‘n’ roll and heavy metal.

Elena asks, grinning. I nod. “Let’s do this.” The podcast begins. “Welcome back to Moonstruck Confessions, everyone,” Elena says, leaning into the mic as she owns it. “Today is special. We’re coming to you live from Revenant Pack territory with none other than Sienna Hart — the Hybrid Luna herself — along with her best friends Isla and Tabitha. Ladies, thank you for being here.” Tabitha waves at the camera. “Thanks for having us! Also, the venison last night? Ten out of ten.”

"So are you, baby." I slipped out first, heart racing with the thrill. This was fucked up. This was wrong. And I was already planning how to sneak into her room tonight to do it all over again. Because Monalisa wasn’t just a secret anymore. She was my filthy obsession. And I was going to ruin her completely, no matter the risk.

I came with a broken moan, my walls convulsing around my fingers as fresh slick gushed down my hand. But even as the orgasm faded, the curiosity remained. How long until Damien uncovered the truth? How would he react when he realized the woman he was obsessed with was the ghost of the omega his brother had murdered? And how much longer could I keep fighting the pull before I lost myself completely in the man I was supposed to destroy? The secret network was growing stronger in the shadows. Damien’s obsession was deepening with every passing day. And I stood in the center of it all , wet, conflicted, and more curious than ever about how this dangerous game would finally end.

bulong ni Miguel, halatang nagulat. “Oh, that. Highest-level access. It’s one of Nikki’s gifts. It’ll make export easier for our company,” paliwanag ni Luna, kalmado lang ang tono. “Teka… Port M isn’t even open to the public,” sabi ni Miguel. Ngumiti lang si Luna. “That’s because it’s mine. I usually use it personally.” Natahimik si Miguel, nanlalaki ang mata. “Yours? As in… ikaw may-ari ng Port M?”

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

Tara asked gobsmacked. "I-erm, I kind of have a secret, I've been keeping my whole life and I wanted to share it with you." You explained, Tara looks at you waiting for you to continue. "You have to promise not to tell anyone." You continue. "I promise." Tara smiled. "I'm a werewolf." You blurted. "What? Is this a prank?" Tara is shocked. "Why do you think I passed out back there? I had an episode and back at the arcade, the 30 baskets." You explain.

But when the scouts revealed the scent profile—faint, sickly, but undeniably familiar—the fury had instantly chilled into a heavy, complicated silence. Sienna had returned. The name had not been spoken in their home for nearly twenty years. Sienna was the ghost in the photograph Aria had found hidden in Xander’s study when she was just a terrified, invisible girl trying to survive a cold arrangement. Sienna was the golden girl, the heir apparent to the Luna crown, the woman who had possessed everything Aria lacked, only to abandon the pack—and Xander—in pursuit of greater power with a rival faction before the dark times had truly set in.

Luna’s Secret The moonlight painted the pack house in silver, soft and beautiful—yet Mona knew beauty was always a mask. She moved through the corridors in silence, her golden hair gleaming like a crown, her lips curved in the smile that fooled everyone. Everyone but her mother. Catherine had taught her that power was not only taken with claws and fangs but with secrets. And tonight, Mona held a secret sharp enough to slice through Derrick himself. Kimberly’s father had betrayed them.