Books About Stalkers And Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

"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 bastards would have to retch up that money sooner or later. I went away afterwards and did something else with my free will. I tracked my stepsister from when she left her husband's house together with him, all dressed up and shit, to that restaurant. I wasn't exactly sure why I was acting so out of character, but I found I enjoyed it. Thrills of excitement raced through my chest as I went about this out-of-norm business. Stalking my stepsister had never occurred to me, and doing it for the first time…I understood why all those psychopaths were obsessed with the art.

“Have you been locked up in prison for years to know what works?” “No, I haven’t.” No yet anyways, you’ll be the cause if you don’t stop hurting her. “I mean you should equally go to prison for stalking her-“ I could feel Eden’s eyes on me. “It’s been you?!” Her eyes were wide. “You had been following me all this time, I- I thought something was wrong with me.” She stated with a shaky voice. “Nothings wrong you, Andrew is your creepy stalker.” “Why-?” “It’s just plain obsession, nothing can really explain how it starts but he’s just obsessed with you which made it easier for us to get you.” He chuckled while spilling my secrets.

Cody explained. “Splendid. Keep digging for more information and stop stalking your ex-girlfriend," Terrence told Cody after catching a look at his screen. He was perusing her news feed once more. "Come on boss, stop meddling in my business and go find your own woman to stalk," Cody joked, but Terrence gave him a stern look. He swallowed his laughter and returned to what he's doing.

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.