Everything I did to have you
Ojomichaels Crosson · Completed · 252.7k Words
Introduction
Not from afar. Not casually.
Obsession isn’t casual.
I was fourteen the first time I saw him.
He was eighteen, beautiful, untouchable, everything I decided I needed.
So I made a plan.
I befriended his brother.
I won his mother’s trust.
I moved into his orbit so seamlessly, he never questioned it.
Now, I’m his wife.
He calls it fate.
He tells people we were meant to be.
But he doesn’t know the truth was designed.
He doesn’t know about the notes.
The maps.
The screenshots.
The years of silence, waiting, stalking, perfecting the version of me he would fall in love with.
But secrets don’t stay buried forever.
And the deeper you bury a lie, the louder it screams when it surfaces.
Because he just found my old phone.
And the man I stalked for a decade…
Is now stalking me.
Was it ever love, or just revenge in disguise?
Chapter 1
They say the beginning of love is a moment, just a moment, where something clicks in your chest, and you know deep in your soul: this person is going to mean something.
I don’t remember what I wore that day.
I don’t remember what I said, or what song was playing on the car ride home.
But I remember him.
The way he stood in the sun, lazy and golden.
The way my brother laughed when they greeted each other.
The sound of his voice.
The exact moment he looked at me and smiled, not because he knew who I was, but because he was being polite.
And in that moment, at just fourteen years old, I decided, this is the person I want.
Forever.
It happened on a Saturday.
I was only there because my brother bribed me with fries. He was supposed to meet an old friend at the park, someone he hadn’t seen since high school and he didn’t want to look like he was loitering alone. I tagged along out of boredom. I remember dragging my feet behind him, chewing gum, scrolling through my phone, not paying attention to anything, until I heard him say:
“Yo! Look who it is!”
My brother sped up. He raised his arm for a high-five and leaned in for one of those guy-hugs that always looked more like shoulder tackles. I didn’t think much of it. I kept looking down at my phone, until I heard the other voice.
Low. Casual. Kinda playful.
"Man, it’s been too long."
When I looked up… there he was.
He was beautiful.
Not in the way magazines showed beauty, he wasn’t all sculpted jawlines or six-pack arrogance. He had a calm kind of charm, the type that makes you do double takes. Hair messy in a way that couldn’t have been accidental. A face that didn’t smile wide, but when he did smile, it felt like watching the sun stretch across the sky.
He was wearing black joggers, an old university t-shirt with faded letters, and had a leash in his hand, a quiet brown dog sitting obediently by his feet.
I remember standing still. Not moving. Not blinking.
I remember thinking: Oh no.
It wasn’t a crush. It was something much scarier.
It was clarity.
“This is my little sister,” my brother said.
He turned toward me and gestured lazily with his thumb.
“Hey,” the beautiful boy said.
His eyes landed on mine.
It was a short glance. Not romantic. Not loaded with any kind of spark. Just polite.
“Hi,” I replied.
I said it too quietly. I smiled like a fool.
He didn’t notice. He went back to chatting with my brother like I was background noise. But I wasn’t listening anymore. My ears rang. My throat went dry. I felt like I’d been thrown into some weird alternate reality where I just knew the entire trajectory of my life had shifted by three degrees.
They stood there talking for about ten minutes. I stood behind them, quiet, smiling too hard whenever he glanced back in my direction. I watched how he spoke with his hands. I memorized the curve of his laugh. I watched how he bent slightly to check on the dog every few minutes, scratching behind its ear, cooing softly.
When my brother said, “Hey, let us walk you home,” my heart slammed.
YES.
I didn’t say it out loud. I just followed, silent and calculating. The entire walk was a blur of “act normal” and “don’t stare.” I caught his street name when he pointed out the turn. I stared at the number on his door as he unlocked it. I memorized the shape of the welcome mat, the color of the mailbox, the dent in his front gate.
That night, I opened Instagram.
Typed his first and last name into the search bar.
Found him instantly.
I was amazed by how easy it was, how willingly people left their whole lives online. I scrolled through his photos like a girl possessed. Found his graduation pictures. Old vacation selfies. One post from last year where he was kissing a girl who clearly wasn’t around anymore.
Her name was tagged. I clicked on her page too. She was pretty. Blonde. Wore short dresses and posted captions like “I’m not a snack, I’m the full meal.” I didn’t hate her. I studied her.
Every girl he’d ever liked, I would know.
Every ex, every habit, every song lyric he’d posted with a broken heart emoji, I devoured it like I was reading his diary.
By midnight, I had:
Followed his main account
Bookmarked three photos of him smiling
Searched his Facebook (found his mom and younger brother through tagged family pictures)
Written his street address down in a note on my phone
Taken a screenshot of him holding his dog
And by 2 a.m., I was staring at the ceiling, eyes wide open, heart racing, not from guilt, not from fear… but from hope.
The next morning, I started building a plan.
To be continued in Part 2...
Last Chapters
#236 VOLUME II ACT II CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT FINAL MOVE (Part Ten)
Last Updated: 1/24/2026#235 VOLUME II ACT II CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT – FINAL MOVE (Part Nine)
Last Updated: 1/24/2026#234 VOLUME II ACT II CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT – FINAL MOVE (Part Eight)
Last Updated: 1/24/2026#233 VOLUME II ACT II CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT FINAL MOVE (Part Seven)
Last Updated: 1/24/2026#232 VOLUME II ACT II CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT —FINAL MOVE (Part Six)
Last Updated: 1/24/2026#231 VOLUME II ACT II CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT – FINAL MOVE (Part Five)
Last Updated: 1/24/2026#230 VOLUME II ACT II CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT — FINAL MOVE (Part Four)
Last Updated: 1/24/2026#229 VOLUME II ACT II CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT – FINAL MOVE (Part Three)
Last Updated: 1/24/2026#228 VOLUME II ACT II CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT – FINAL MOVE (Part Two)
Last Updated: 1/24/2026#227 VOLUME II ACT II CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT FINAL MOVE (Part One)
Last Updated: 1/24/2026
You Might Like 😍
The Shattered Moon King
Lena is a survivor. For years, she has weathered the harsh, post-apocalyptic landscape by following one rule: trust no one. But when she finds an amnesiac man near death in the wilderness—a man with kind eyes and a strength that is anything but human—she makes a choice that will unravel her solitary existence.
She calls him Cain, but the shattered-moon tattoo on his back brands him as Kaelen, the long-dead Alpha of the powerful Sky-Fall pack. His return triggers a brutal civil war with the usurper who stole his throne and his fated mate. Hunted by Lycan assassins and a fanatical human commander desperate for the secrets locked in Lena's own past, their only hope lies in embracing the very power Kaelen can't remember and Lena has always feared.
As they uncover a conspiracy that threatens not just the pack, but the future of every living thing, Kaelen must fight for a kingdom he doesn't know and Lena must confront a legacy she tried to bury. In a world of broken thrones and fated bonds, they will discover that the greatest choice is not between love and duty, but between who you are told you must be, and who you choose to become.
BROKEN TRUST
Neither of them knew she was carrying his child.
Emily’s affair didn’t just end her marriage—it erased the life she thought was guaranteed. Ryan left without looking back, carrying his anger like armor and leaving Emily alone with regret she would never outrun. Three years later, fate drags them back into each other’s world, along with a little girl who has Ryan’s eyes and a truth that shatters everything he thought he knew.
Old wounds reopen, grief masquerades as rage, and love refuses to stay buried. As parenthood binds them together and the past demands accountability, Emily and Ryan must face the question neither of them is ready to answer: is broken trust the end of their story… or the beginning of a love forged through loss, forgiveness, and brutal honesty?
Glimmerdrop: The Crownwake Series
"This is your last chance to push me away."
At the fiercely hierarchical Haldorian Academy, magic-less commoner Hettie just wants to remain invisible. But Zadok, the academy's most untouchable elite, backs her into a corner she can't escape.
His fatal obsession sparks ruthless revenge: Dana, a high-tier wind mystic, turns paper into deadly blades during combat class, nearly blinding and disfiguring Hettie in a bloody attack .
The massive class divide and brutal bullying force Hettie to draw a line, demanding their romance be kept strictly underground .
That forever unattainable golden boy pinned her against the tree trunk, his scalding and aggressive kiss accompanied by a hopeless surrender: "You're going to be my doom ."
Worse still, Hettie discovers her parents’ dark secrets are dragging her into a deadly conspiracy of betrayal . Survival clashes with forbidden desire. In this deadly, cross-class temptation, whoever gives in first is doomed!
Game of Destiny
When Finlay finds her, she is living among humans. He is smitten by the stubborn wolf that refuse to acknowledge his existence. She may not be his mate, but he wants her to be a part of his pack, latent wolf or not.
Amie cant resist the Alpha that comes into her life and drags her back into pack life. Not only does she find herself happier than she has been in a long time, her wolf finally comes to her. Finlay isn't her mate, but he becomes her best friend. Together with the other top wolves in the pack, they work to create the best and strongest pack.
When it's time for the pack games, the event that decides the packs rank for the coming ten year, Amie needs to face her old pack. When she sees the man that rejected her for the first time in ten years, everything she thought she knew is turned around. Amie and Finlay need to adapt to the new reality and find a way forward for their pack. But will the curve ball split them apart?
Cursed Beauty and her Three Alpha Mates
Cast out by her pack for being wolfless and plagued by uncontrollable heat, Maya has spent her life surviving humiliation in silence.
Fate drags her into the path of Kael Draven, the ruthless Lycan King who claims her… only to reject her.
But Kael is not the only Alpha bound to her.
Finn, her childhood best friend and the rising Alpha, loves her with a devotion so fierce, he spends four years locked away in the most ruthless dungeon only to keep her safe.
Xander, a rogue wolf who can make even Alphas bow to his will, has waited centuries for her to be reborn, and he has no intention of losing her again.
Three Alphas.
Three claims.
One cursed destiny.
They called her wolfless. They thought she was weak. But she is done hiding, and this time, she's rewriting the rules.
The Hunter and The Hunted
Mihai’s hand slowly slides up my stomach, his fingers wrapping around my neck as he cuts of my ability to breathe, black spots clouding my vision, and yet, I am not afraid. I want more. I want everything that he can give to me.
He slowly inserts a third finger, the intense fullness that I feel teetering me over the edge of a cliff I cannot even see, and then he sucks and pulls at my clit. Sparks erupt throughout my body, the orgasm shaking my soul, and destroying what was left of my resistance.
She was the Daughter of a Hunter, he was one of the creatures that her family had sworn to destroy, what could possibly go wrong?
When their worlds collide, who will be left standing, will it be the hunter or the hunted, and which is which?
From Substitute To Queen
Heartbroken, Sable discovered Darrell having sex with his ex in their bed, while secretly transferring hundreds of thousands to support that woman.
Even worse was overhearing Darrell laugh to his friends: "She's useful—obedient, doesn't cause trouble, handles housework, and I can fuck her whenever I need relief. She's basically a live-in maid with benefits." He made crude thrusting gestures, sending his friends into laughter.
In despair, Sable left, reclaimed her true identity, and married her childhood neighbor—Lycan King Caelan, nine years her senior and her fated mate. Now Darrell desperately tries to win her back. How will her revenge unfold?
From substitute to queen—her revenge has just begun!
The Rogue King II
Under the weight of his grief and pain, along with of the uncertainty of the new mate bond forged between Silas and Nate, Silas decides that he needs help. The weight of being Alpha that nearly just lost his pack if his little sister hadn’t been there, Silas decides to push everything away to be a better and stronger Alpha. Using magic is father gave him, Silas loses so much more than his way.
Nate, struggling with the mate bond, what the bond means for him, has continued to fight Silas, his Alpha, his best friend, and now his mate. When their fight goes too far, both Silas and Nate must deal with the consequences. It both pulls them together and tears them apart. Eventually leading to a full break in any relationship they had ever had.
On his own, Silas has to navigate through the next chapter alone. Coming to realize his actions, the consequences, and just how much it’s going to take to repair the damage he has done.
Nate, also on his own, works through what it means to step up in more ways than one. Somehow, even after her death, Aelia is still reaching out and helping Nate navigate the world on his own. He vows to grow and step up into the wolf that she knew he could be.
Book 2 in The Rogue Kings following immediately after The Rogue Kings I - Solaris' Reign. Trigger Warnings. Rated 18+.
The Contract Wife: Marriage Of Malice
He didn't finish. He didn't need to.
I didn't tell him to stop.
Instead, my fingers curled into his shirt, clutching the fabric as though it was my only anchor. Something in him snapped—something he had been holding back for too long. His mouth found mine in a kiss that wasn't tender, but hungry, desperate.
I gasped into him, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, holding me as if afraid I might vanish.
"You drive me insane," he breathed against my mouth, his lips trailing to my throat. "I can't lose you, Ella. Not you."
My head fell back, a soft sound escaping me as his fingers memorized my waist. My anger melted beneath his desperation.
"James..." I whispered, more plea than protest.
His hand caught mine, fingers threading together tightly. "I'll bring him back. I swear it. Just... don't turn away from me. Please."
The word please—low, ragged, almost broken—undid me more than anything else could have.
Ella never imagined she would marry the man she had secretly loved for years in such a way.
When her brother Theo faced twenty-five years in prison for massive embezzlement, the ruthless business tycoon James Lancaster offered her a deal: marry him in exchange for her brother's freedom.
This wasn't a fairy tale proposal, but a carefully orchestrated revenge. Because in James's heart, Ella was the culprit who had killed his sister Cecilia. He wanted her to pay the price—to atone with a lifetime of suffering.
The Unwritten Princess
My name is Mia, and everything I touch is dying.
The flowers beneath my mother's window turned black overnight. The herbs I gathered at dawn rotted in my hands. When the court wizard finally told me the truth—that someone cursed me, that my presence would kill everyone I love—I realized the prophecy everyone believed was never meant to save the kingdom. It was meant to destroy me.
So I ran. Not to fulfill some destiny, but to survive it.
Now I'm traveling with a hunter who lost his companions to the same curse I carry, chasing fragments of a prophecy the Fae sing differently. An elf took a baby from the palace the night I was born. And somewhere between the lies I've been told and the truth I'm hunting, I'm starting to suspect: What if I'm not the princess from the prophecy at all?
Alpha VS Omega' Twin VS Twin (A Dark Werewolf Romance)
Stripped of everything, Callum is thrown into the Rookeries, where packless wolves go to die. But he survives. He builds a pack from the broken and the damned. He falls in love with Valentina, a dhampir hunted by the same vampire Parliament that destroyed his life.
In a city ruled by immortal aristocrats and controlled by ancient dragons, Callum learns the hardest truth: individual virtue cannot defeat systemic evil. But small victories matter. And some fights are worth losing everything
Vengeance of the Forsaken Luna
"Bella." Ethan's tone shifted, taking on that warning edge I knew too well. "Faye is vulnerable right now. She's terrified you'll resent her, that this will divide the pack. The last thing she wants is for this baby to come between us."
"Then you shouldn't have done it." I met his eyes squarely, letting him see the ice in mine. "Go back to your son."
"For fuck's sake." He dragged a hand through his hair. "How many times—it was artificial insemination. They used my sperm, yes, but Faye and I never—"
Bella let out a cold snort. Such brazen lies. Her mate had an affair with his brother's partner, and his entire family helped force her out with nothing, all to make way for the mistress to take her rightful position. Poor fool—he thought she was just an unwanted adopted daughter, easy to dismiss and control. He never knew the computer genius he'd been searching for was his own Luna.
Since he'd tainted himself, Bella was done. She rejected him and reclaimed what was hers, rising to the top with help from Victor, who'd been secretly in love with her for years.
When Ethan tried winning her back: "You don't want our child growing up fatherless."
Bella smiled mockingly. "The child's father isn't you."
