Novel & Cerita Books About Stalkers And Obsession

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.

“I hate that I don’t feel safe in my own damn home.” Johnny sat up, reaching for the T-shirt he’d tossed across the foot of the bed. “Then we change that. Whatever we have to do.” “I don’t want you going after her.” “I won’t. Not unless she gives me reason.” His jaw tightened. “But I’ve been talkin’ to a lawyer again. There’s a petition in motion. We can extend the restraining order another year and file for stalking harassment under the new laws.” Alli let out a slow breath. “Good.”

Now he had to rely on something else to keep the one he loved beside him. Even by force. Even if that meant binding them with a magical contract. Even if that meant placing chains around their neck. Even if that meant locking every door and every window. So tell me, dear reader... If you were the one who had been wronged, would you forgive the one who hurt you... Even if they loved you? Even if they were willing to literally die if you asked them to? Would you accept becoming the victim of their obsession... Their possessiveness... Their twisted love?

No, I'm not crazy. There were your hands too. Your hands are used to stroking other bodies. I am perfectly inexperienced, and I think you noticed. I'm sorry and a little ashamed, but can we take the course of things and turn them to our advantage? I don't like to keep the other person feeling disappointed. No one deserves to experience disillusionment. I was not perfect. My actions were nothing like those of an architect who masters plans well. I felt lost, and, at the same time, I loved to get lost and scream in that pillow. It was as it was waiting for me. Besides, tell me, was it intentional on your part? I felt your will to dominate me, and I think it kept me going. I felt like a prisone

So yes, it had been also three weeks that I had been thinking about how would I approach that woman, whenever I secretly followed her, in a way that none of us would be dragged into whatever shame or humiliation. For three weeks, I acted as a secret tailgate who used to follow her every step like I was a kind of stalker. I even held my video call meetings while I was on my parked car and covertly looking at her. But I must admit that among all stalkers, I was the incomparable one — a handsome heartthrob who would be treated by women as a secret admirer!

“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.”

And on every single one of them… It was Lily. Lily looking away, Lily laughing, Lily with that stubborn expression on her face, Lily walking down the school hallways … Lily just… being Lily, They were different angles and moments Rex ran his hand through his hair and looked around again. Anyone who walked into this room would think he had lost his mind. An obsessed stalker was what would come to their mind . And maybe… that wasn’t entirely wrong. Because this was what she did to him. Whenever he couldn’t get her out of his head, he painted.

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.