Books About Stalkers And Obsession Novels & Stories

"I know how guys think and those three were just too suggestive. I don't want anyone saying this was some sort of orgy or something." Satisfied with the day's work, the group went to get dressed for the trip back to Sparta. Meanwhile, in a rented house a few miles away from the house with the pool, six men gathered around an old wooden table. "We have almost all of the pieces in place. Soon you will change the course of history. We have only to select a target and determine the best day to strike. These Americans are lazy and soft. We shall have no obstacles in attaining our goals. You will be famous for all time, My Brothers." "Fame is not my goal," replied a large man with a swarthy beard

“In my world, there is no such thing as legal or illegal. There is only permission… and consequences.” One of the men shifted nervously. Zandrei’s eyes darkened and his lips curved into a faint smile. “If a man steals with a gun, he is called a criminal. If a man steals with documents, signatures, and government seals…” He tilted his head, letting the silence stretch. “He is called authority.” Zandrei folded his hands and chuckled. “But we are neither criminals… nor officials.” His eyes glinted. “We are the consequence." He tapped his fingers against the table marking each word.

“Who the hell thinks it’s okay to watch someone from the shadows? That’s not affection. That’s obsession. It’s creepy and messed up.” He blinked at me, like I’d spoken in a language he didn’t understand. “I’m not a psycho,” he said slowly, as though he was trying to convince himself as much as me. “Is it wrong that I find you pretty?” “Finding me pretty and stalking me are two very different things,” I said, my voice cold enough to cut glass. “Now let go. I don’t have time for this nonsense I’m going home.” I wrenched free and shoved past him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how badly my hands were shaking. My arm throbbed where he’d gripped it too tightly, the bruises alread

"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."

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.

He was holding a gun, and he carried Jace’s dead body. My brain was trying to make sense of everything; the shooting, the dead bodies, Jace running to call the police, Jace’s dead body, and Zaverio’s involvement. Why was Zaverio there? Was he stalking us? Did he follow me to the restaurant, and wait to catch Jace alone. Bile rose in my throat, and I vomited into the bushes nearby, dry heaving until I lost the ability to stand. Tears blurred my vision but I wiped them away, dragging myself to my feet. He had seen me, I was sure of it. My paranoia was digging its claws into my skin, telling me to run, and I did.

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.