Books About Stalkers And Obsession Novels & Stories

I shout, the numbness that surrounded and protected me now starting to crack. “Miss, it doesn’t take a lot to get these kinds of stalkers going. Sometimes it can be something as innocent as a friendly hello, a smile, passing on the street or even seeing your picture somewhere. They build this obsession in their head and this entire fictional world that they believe is real and think you’re aware of. I may not know who is doing this, but I do know it’s not your fault,” asserts the officer. Maybe he’s not entirely desensitized as I thought.

PROLOGUE What does it feel like to experience the sensation of being stalked? Is it as if every move you make is being recorded, and you are being watched at every step? How far do you believe an obsession can lead someone? What do you think is the boundary of obsession? Can it result in dangerous situations for anyone who comes close to the object of obsession, or even touches them? Doesn’t the thought of being stalked sound terrible, terrifying, and scary? Unfortunately, that is what happened to me.

Lately, I’d been retreating to my apartment after university but as it turned out, even that wasn’t safe anymore. Plus, I needed to think, assess, and analyze everything from every angle. And the library’s quiet corners were the perfect refuge for that. Roaming the aisles, I collected all the books I needed and strode toward the farthest corner of the library, away from hushed whispers and lingering eyes. An hour later of skimming through books, I took out a diary and a pen from my bag. Scattered in front of me on the table were the books about psychological disorders, true crime, stalking behavior, and a forensic science handbook.

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

“I thought stalkers, well, stalked people they found attractive. Watched them undress, got closer to them…” He chuckles, leaning against the desk as he looks at me. “There are different types of stalkers, little birdie. Sure, there are those who fixate on someone they want, someone they crave. It could be just from a glance, a fleeting moment of desire, and they become obsessed, needing to see that person in every vulnerable moment.”

I am not your regular stalker or any type of stalker for that matter, but I have recently found myself in a bit of a sticky situation. What started out as just a good old curious habit, stemming from a need to entertain myself has me spiraling out of control like I have some sort of compulsive disorder. Nothing more and no afterthoughts as to where this could go after I have made it to this point but I can only be hopeful. My stalking habits weren’t supposed to turn into regular action, but I guess when you listen to what any crazy stalker had to say, you will get a sense of familiarity with all the explanations I have given to try to justify all of my recent behavior.

“But you know the full story, because… because you witnessed it.” Quin’s eyes stayed on me, wide, waiting, silently urging me on. I took a breath that rattled through my chest. “I had a stalker,” I began, my voice trembling. “An obsessive stalker who wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept showing up. Watching me. Making me feel unsafe, scared, dirty.” Quin’s jaw clenched, her expression darkening with protectiveness I didn’t deserve.

"That's great heard the previous season was a huge hit. So are starting anything new. What are your plans?" "I have a new book I'm working on. I'm thinking of a thriller. I want to do like a story about a guy who stalks a girl that he is obsessed with. They become a couple because of all the stalking he knew her likes and dislikes. He then ends up killing people who he believes is a threat to ruin the perfect love story which the girl later discovers. Question would be would she be able to accept him or not." "That seems dark. It's different from what you write but I'm intrigued and would love to read the whole story."

"Just be ready for him to escalate, if she has a man living with her. This could become dangerous for them both." Honey stared at her for a moment, then looked at Grayson with an expression that said she hadn't expected that outcome. "She's right," Nate said. "Stalkers follow patterns. They fixate because they believe they have a claim on their target. You disrupt that belief, introduce a credible alternative, and most of them recalibrate. Either they redirect the obsession or they escalate." Nate hadn't seen Trish as a stalker until that moment. But Prue was right.