Novel & Cerita Their Secret Obsession Pippa Moon

"Oscar, I need your help. Lyra's becoming a liability. She's too weak, too soft. Monroe Industries needs someone with a firmer hand." Oscar's expression remained neutral, but his eyes sparkled with interest. "Go on." "Help me get rid of her, and I'll make sure you're well-rewarded." Oscar played along, his smirk growing. "And what could you possibly offer me, Piper?" Piper's gaze locked onto Oscar, her eyes unwavering. "I'm... generous," she purred, her voice low and seductive. She trailed her hands over her curves, her movements deliberate and enticing. "I know you want this," she whispered.

I didn’t want that. My obsession sabotaged my relationships. Aislin and Billie were lucky they had Everett and Gavin to save them from me. But the night after receiving my Moondream, I feared that my obsession would ruin my heart and mind all over again, exposing too much of me to somebody who didn’t care to reciprocate. I wanted Kiara so badly. More than I ever wanted Aislin or Billie. And I was pretty sure that it was going to shatter my heart until it was irreparable.

But to sit around and chat with friends is out of character for me. As I sit here with this group of people, I realize that I could easily find myself calling them actual friends and not just people who can be assets to me. Although, my wife is friends with women with very powerful partners. Camden Hunter dominates the art world, and Beckham Sinclair is the future of cybersecurity. I get so lost in my thoughts I miss the first part of the conversation between Camden and his girlfriend, Pippa, but I tune in to hear enough. “So basically we fell in love because of a bet. One that Camden lost big-time,” Pippa teases, looking back at him.

The guy is a total wanker, and his bitch Luna is as bad with her pretence. I slow as I spot Pippa, Dylan's younger sister, who is nothing at all like her brother or father thank the Goddess. No Pippa was more like the old Luna, her mother. She was kind and loving, but weak, far too weak for my liking. Pippa always wanted to be a warrior since she was really young, she would follow me around and since I was a lonely child I loved it.

What was so important that it kept him from his lover, tied to the cycle of the moon? The two strange ideas crashed together in her mind: Packs. Full moon. A cold, thrilling shiver ran down Ilyana's spine. This was not just an affair. This was something else entirely. Something darker. The word "packs" didn't fit the world she knew, and "full moon" felt ancient and sinister. Elira's unnatural resilience, this secret lover using a brute's vocabulary tied to a celestial event… it all pointed to a secret far more dangerous than mere infidelity.

I went to my working desk where my laptop was connected to the CC camera in the house behind the walls. I had planned this earlier, maybe a few nights before the full moon. I knew She would never disclose the secret to why she hated the full moon night so I had to do something myself to expose it. Finally, I was going to know her secret today... I instantly opened my laptop and opened the record of tonight... As soon as I opened it, I was shocked. Horrified enough that I punched my hand on the wall so hard that the wall cracked badly. What the hell Debra? What the hell is this?

I rubbed the small locket between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the familiar shape of my mother’s picture inside. I missed having a mother. Not that I’d ever admit it out loud. “You kids should change into dry clothes or else you'll catch a cold, okay?” she said, Phoebe nodded, pushing me away lightly. She glared at me once before storming off with her mom. She can keep simping for Conrad all she wants. But now? She's living under my roof. And I have her most embarrassing, dirtiest secrets in my hands. This is going to be fun.

I stared at the small microphone symbol. “My name is Arielle Romano,” I began. “Today is Thursday, the seventeenth of April.” My voice sounded unfamiliar. “Nicholas Contini came to my apartment in Seattle two nights before I woke up in Italy.” Bianca listened without interrupting. “He was angry because his investigator had photographed me with a client. Nico ordered me to return with him. When I refused, he—” My voice broke. The memory of the apartment returned. Nico blocking the only exit. The sharp pain. His arms catching me as the room disappeared.

I took a shaky breath. “But I don't know how to stop myself.” I leaned closer to the photograph. “Is this what obsession feels like?” My eyes burned. “Because I don't think this is just a simple crush anymore.” I paused. “I'm eighteen. I should know better.” My fingers curled against my knees. “But how am I supposed to know what I'm feeling when I've never been allowed to experience anything like this?” I looked back at my mother's face. “I don't have anyone else to ask.”

I wonder what he sounds like when he is close and when he comes and. I am so lost in my dirty thoughts and missed the way Mia was looking at me until she spoke. "With that look on your face, Sweetie? I think it's definitely a secret office romance." My cheeks turn a bright red and just because I am still a little bit worked up from my imagination, I ignore her and silently continue packing my bags.