Books About Stalkers And Obsession Novels & Stories

What they did to those girls. “To think that I was wondering if he was in love with me. Not knowing he was nothing but a freaking stalker and kidnapper and murderer.” I run my hands through my wet hair. “It’s because I was blinded by the money. And the joy of finally dealing with that idiot, Jack.” I decide. All my problems always boil down to Jack at the center. The elevator door opens and I head straight for the front door to pull it open. “No. Open you damn piece of metal.” I bang on the door. “Open!”

“You’re in my world now. And I don’t play nice with pretty little intruders.” Lila’s breath hitched, but she didn’t back down. The tension between them was thick enough to cut — hate mixed with something far more dangerous. Something that felt like the beginning of an obsession. As Elena called for the staff to bring in the luggage, Ronan turned away, but not before his mind already started wondering what Lila Monroe would sound like moaning *his* name. This was going to be hell.

His head descended and met with my neck. My breathing got hitched and I gulped. What was he doing? "W-what?"I nervously asked with my tone shaky. "You are my obsession"he whispered onto my neck, his hot breath lingering on it. His hands slowly moved from the door and onto my waist, griping me and pulling me into himself. "You are mine Crystal. Just mine"

“Deke has some pals at the FBI who have studied copies of the photos the sick bastard has been leaving you and the pattern of his behavior.” Deke gripped his mug of coffee and leaned across the little table, a formidable presence even in the large, airy room. Morgan found herself holding her breath, hoping that he knew something, anything, to help catch her personal Norman Bates before he became a full-fledged Psycho. “Your stalker is likely a man somewhere between the age of twenty and forty-five. He’s someone you know. His behavior…he functions like an intimate-partner stalker, someone who is a little obsessed and can’t let go.”

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

the hybrid wolf suddenly stopped talking as he feels a tremendous presence in the area. "Is there a problem?" the other hybrid ask his companion when he notice some sweat coming out on it's forehead. "So-someone with tremendous presence are here, more like a presence of a powerful wo--" "Why are two hybrid stinky wolves roaming and messing around this city?" Maximillian cuts off the hybrid wolf who stepped back as he feels the fear towards Maximillians aura that threatens his existense. "Leave this place, immidiately." Maximillian told the woman that quickly ran away without looking back.

She asked after a while. "Who?" Hailey asked. "Him, I mean..." "I don't and I don't ever wish to know anything about him. All I know is that he's a stalker, can't believe he followed me here" Hailey said. Lilian smiled. "By the way, you're beautiful. So beautiful" she complimented "Thank you" After Hailey was done calculating the things she bought, Lilian paid for them and then bade her goodbye before leaving the store.

“I hate that I don’t feel safe in my own damn home.” Johnny sat up, reaching for the T-shirt he’d tossed across the foot of the bed. “Then we change that. Whatever we have to do.” “I don’t want you going after her.” “I won’t. Not unless she gives me reason.” His jaw tightened. “But I’ve been talkin’ to a lawyer again. There’s a petition in motion. We can extend the restraining order another year and file for stalking harassment under the new laws.” Alli let out a slow breath. “Good.”

His hands leave me naked in front of him in the blink of an eye. My hands burn as the cuffs grip my wrists, his hands tracing imaginary lines across my skin. I scream to leave me alone, but it is impossible. I am his obsession, I am the prey of the beast. I turn my face to see him undress, his laugh echoes throughout the room, his hands exaggeratedly spread my legs and I groan at his precise thrust. His breath hits my cheek. He buries his hands in my buttocks to enjoy a privilege that I have not given him.

“I mean, come on. This whole arrangement? The way he watches you? That man doesn’t just want a wife. He wants *you*. All of you.” I shook my head. “It’s not romantic, Stass. It’s possession. Like acquiring a rare item he couldn’t touch before.” “Maybe,” she said thoughtfully. “But obsession can turn into something else.” “Or burn us both alive.” She grinned. “You’ve always liked fire.” Later that afternoon, I headed to my last class of the day—Advanced Behavioral Psychology. It was my favorite subject, the one that made me feel like I still had a future outside mafia deals and forced vows.