Books About Stalkers And Obsession Novels & Stories

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!

What a small world! But why did they seem like strangers when they were in the clinic together? He shrugged. Maybe it was only Latonia's father and Patrick who were acquainted. He shook his head as he discovered that Patrick had three settled cases. He had been reported by three women for stalking them. He knew it! There was something off about the man, especially the way he looked at Yazmin. Based on the report, the man had an obsession with the women he fancied. He wouldn't stop to the point of stalking them, which explained why he had been reported three times for the same reason.

I phoned again but there still was no answer, hanging up before it clicked over to the answering machine. The worry that had started to grow with in me caused me to text and email her, basically caused me to act like a crazy stalker. Completely giving up on the idea of distracting myself, my hands had messed my usually neatly styled hair into something reminiscent of a mad professor. Before I fully understood what I was doing, I had made my way over to her apartment building. I had a keycard to get in the main entrance door and then ran up the stairs, skidding along the short passageway to stop outside her door.

Earlier Lorenzo sat at his desk, staring at the plank screen of his laptop, but his eyes were unfocused. The words in front of him made no sense. His mind wasn’t in the office it was with Lucia. He leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. The way she would blush every time he caught her staring at him made his cold stone heart flush. How she tried to act annoyed but couldn’t hide her smile. Her softness, her scent, her laugh… everything about her was in his head like a loop he couldn’t escape.

The third hung back near my row. I reached the kiosk and grabbed my boarding pass. Gate 14. Twenty minutes to departure. I slipped into the crowd and walked briskly past the coffee stands and duty-free shops. Then I stopped. There it was again. That creepy feeling of being stalked. Staying calm, I moved my gaze around secretly. None of the people around fitted the feeling in my stomach. Not until….my heart jolted. Was I hallucinating?

I read on, my heart racing: "My beautiful flower, I've been watching you, studying your every move. You have haunted me in my dreams, followed me in my memory, and enamoured me… …Alice… Your name echoes in the most silent parts of my mind, Brought to life by the memory of your touch, And the gentle sway of our bodies to the jazz music. You have become my obsession, Of which I will never tire. I am always watching, always waiting. And soon, I'll make my move. You can't escape me, no matter how hard you try. I'll find you, and when I do, you'll be mine forever.” Forever yours, [Your stalker]" My hand shook as I finished reading. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the signature. Fear tightened m

But Liza’s thoughts stopped again when Hunter spoke again. “As for the case of whether I am your stalker or not, well, I guess you could say that yes, I am a stalker.” Liza’s eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips, and she thought, ‘I was right! He is a stalker!’ And the moment she thought of Hunter being her stalker, fear slowly crept up. She’s heard many dangerous and scary stories and rumors about stalkers doing unimaginable things to the people they are obsessed with. Some of it even resulted in killings.

Someone is stalking me, leaving me threatening, and explicit notes, instead of being terrified, I just masturbated to the fantasy of him watching me. This is not normal, this is not healthy but I can't deny the dark thrill that runs through me at the thought of being watched, being wanted, being the object of someone's obsession. I fall asleep with the note locked in my desk drawer and the fantasy still playing in my mind. Tomorrow, I'll deal with this rationally. Tonight, I let myself want the danger.

Fear, confusion, and a strange curiosity tangled together, filled her up. Her thoughts slipped further back, to the night of her eighteenth birthday—the night her parents vanished without a trace. No letter, no warning, just their notebook full of their adventure as archeologists, leaving an emptiness that had haunted her for years. Had they known this would happen? Had they truly understood what they were doing when they bound her to a god? Ivana’s grip tightened on the windowsill, her heart thudding in the quiet room.She swallowed hard, staring out at the city lights twinkling below. Sleep was impossible tonight.,questions swirled like shadows she couldn’t chase away.

“Was he violent?” My mouth fell apart, “Violent? He’d never… Cal would never do that.” Caleb could be a player, and he was sometimes dumb about people’s feelings, but he was never violent towards me or anyone. Heck, he was the one who’d cry every time a pet died in movies, and I had to console him. “Why are you asking me that question? You think my boy—ex-boyfriend did this?” He was rubbing his chin and I was finding it a bit hard to focus. “Well, most of the stalking cases are committed by exes. And women are most likely to be stalked by a current or former intimate partner during the rela—”