Books About Stalkers And Obsession Novels & Stories

"You want to go undercover alone without backup into the den of a man who has left a trail of bodies in his wake? Are you nut?!" "Yes, I want to do this," I said simply. “And no. I'm perfectly sane." Sterling exhaled sharply. He shook his head. "You don’t get it, do you? Nikolai Vadim isn’t just some thug with an inflated ego. He’s a ghost. A phantom. We have nothing on him except whispers and you think you can waltz in and take him down? You should know better, Carter." I leaned forward and banged a fist on his desk. "I’ve been hunting him for two years. Two years, sir. I know his movements, his allies, his goddamn favorite drink. Every time we get close he manages to slip away. This is our

The feeling of being watched remained with Isabella even after she got to class. "Calm your nerves, Isabella." Esmee tried to comfort her. "Maybe he wasn't really watching you." "Yeah. Esmee's right." Anita added. "Maybe he was waiting for someone." "Don't let it get to you." Annika placed a hand over her shoulder and squeezed gently. "I know. It's just, a lot of strange things have been happening." Isabella murmured. "Antonio has a lot of enemies, and most of them use me as a means to target them. So I've been really paranoid."

That made her laugh softly under her breath. “No,” she admitted calmly. “I understand obsession though.” The way she said it made something cold slide down my spine. Because suddenly I remembered every single thing Stella did over the years. The hacking. The stalking tendencies. The fixation on people she admired. And Lex. Oh God. Stella was obsessed with Lex too. Not romantically. Worse. Admiration obsession. Hero worship. The dangerous kind. “You’ve been watching her for years,” I realized slowly. Stella smiled slightly.

Brack asked with a strange look on his face. "Nothing," I replied. He absolutely would not want to know my problem. After another bite of steak, Brack continued. "Chances are good there won't be a DNA match." This surprised me. "Why do you say that?" His eyes intensified. "He's smart and in most cases, stalkers keep a low profile until they find that special someone who activates their warped side." I had enough guilt thinking this was entirely my fault. "Gee, thanks. That makes me feel better. Just call me Warped Activators R Us."

And slowly but surely, they began to succeed—exposing every crack, every secret, every scandal. In the stillness of the night, Laura suddenly flung the bedroom door open and stormed out, her steps quick and angry. Daniel rushed after her.​

But as the night was getting colder I started feeling more pain and then i took it and lie back and still it was getting more colder and colder. I was feeling too much cold and was shivering in the blanket when the door opened and I closed my eyes. What was he doing there?? I thought he would go back but he was approaching me near the bed and I grabbed the blanke tightly. I did want him to do that. I never got so much scared of him but at that time I didn't want him to come closer to me but he was stepping towards me and I was trying to hold my breath and be normal and then he was there standing infront of me and I could feel him staring at me..

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

Adrianna replied. Alissa jumped on to the first excuse that came across her mind, "You were right, I do miss Brandon a lot." "I knew it!" they squealed. "Why don't you call him?" "He is busy guys, with sports and all." "True. Maybe we could plan a triple date," said Lexie. Alissa wanted to faint when she heard that, how much more of Aron could she face. Should she just come clean to her friends and tell them everything but that would only make her stalker. Her mind buzzed with questions.

Ann is a sweet woman who loves a good book and has few authors on her list, she's a real book junkie while I was dead on Brice Durant's fanatics and she knows clearly about my infatuation with Brice. At the previous book signing event, Brice would never notice me because the line was always long and I would only get seconds in front of him. But after knowing him, I was not certain about going to his event. I haven't even emailed him because I was too scared that he might notice me. He had said twice that he felt like he knows me from somewhere. I felt like he might read into my writing and asses my style and choice of words. Being a stalker means that I also know his way of thinking, his pol