Books About Stalkers And Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

She bowed her head and picked up her book again “Something like this would have been totally cool in the fictional world.” “I still need more details about him, though. Don’t try to escape it.” She folded her legs; I knew she wouldn’t let me off that easily. G was a helpless dark romance reader; her excitement when she heard I had a stalker that looked like he was a descendant of Hercules himself was priceless. She loved me, I knew that, but her being a reader, I expected this already. I hit my forehead with my hand tiredly. “I have a stalker, Gianna. This isn’t books; this is real life.”

“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.

"And if this Vanessa situation is innocent? If we're building a defensive action around a woman who's just socially awkward and trying to network?" "Then we apologize internally and move on. But Hayes..." I turn to face him "...you've seen the evidence. The stalking, the resentment, the lies about when she arrived in New York. That's not networking. That's obsession." "Obsession isn't always dangerous." "But it often is. Especially when combined with resentment and a sense of injustice." I finish my scotch. "Tomorrow, we find out which kind Vanessa is."

The cold air kissing my skin briefly before he returned, spreading me wide again. Oh heavenly Father forgive me, for I have sinned. For it seems I’m about to have sex with my stalker and I have no single intention of saying no… because I want the same thing too. God! Even saying that in my head sounds insane, but it doesn’t make it any less true. His obsession doesn’t even begin to rival the one I have for him. And that? That’s the most terrifying part. Because it’s not just him watching me, wanting me, consuming me with that intensity of his..

The title: *Meditations* by Marcus Aurelius. I didn’t know exactly who that was, but the cover had a Greek statue. Killian looked calm, composed—serene. Like even if a storm tore through Knight Manor, he’d stay unbothered. There was something magnetic about that. His presence felt foreign and familiar at once. Oddly comforting.

She nodded still amused. He sighed "its at work, she is my assistant. At first she was obsessed with me, following me around and bringing me lunch which wasn't part of her duties. I tried shaking her off but she became worst. Then it happened, due to her sticking around i couldn't hold back we had sex. Since then, i have not known peace" he narrated.

Bluey nodded. “I’ll monitor the CCTV feeds and security movement from outside. If anything goes wrong, we’ll know immediately.” Drake’s gaze swept across the room again. “Our target is Romano X.” The atmosphere instantly darkened. Amy noticed how even the experienced mobsters straightened seriously at the name. Drake’s eyes turned cold. “He’s been interfering with my shipments for weeks.” His voice lowered dangerously. “And tomorrow night, we end it.” Silence followed. Amy felt sick. These people talked about violence as casually as discussing the weather.

"Then we let her keep spending her money to create waves we will never sail in. If it's Richard, then we'll do the same. But..." "We have to prepare for if it's neither." "We do. I have seen things like this on television, you know? Crazies that construct stories of people in their heads and form these unhealthy obsessions. Then, they stalk and even kill the people they obsess over. This looks like that." Kali picked up the card and read it before saying, "I hate everything about this." "As you should. If it's someone we know, like my mom there won't be much malice past trying to get us to turn against each other. If it's a stranger, then we are going to have problems."