Books About Stalkers And Obsession Novels & Stories

Grace asked and Asher already knew the answer. “Then it should be a consolation that I don’t have any flings, though I had been to a couple of blind dates.” He’d never went on a second date with them or was in contact with any of them. Once again, they were all humans. None of them fit into their murderer’s description. “Stalkers don’t need a reason to harm someone,” Grace said. “You never know what triggers them.”

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is the first book of the Obsessive Love Series. All the books in this series deal with passionate, heart-felt feelings of true love that will capture your heart completely. Story Summary Brooklyn Davis, at twenty works as a waitress at an upscale restaurant in downtown Chicago. Two days back, her twin brother, Brandon had suddenly disappeared with a message that asked her not to worry about him. Brooklyn is in a strange dilemma when weird things start happening a

It was probably a good thing, considering how much had happened in the past few days. But despite my best efforts, the constant thoughts about my stalker and Kennedy crept into my mind like unwanted guests. My bedroom, which had once felt like a sanctuary, was now just another place where my mind raced and circled. Sleep had eluded me, no matter how much I willed my brain to shut off. The night had felt endless, every creak of the house or flicker of a shadow making my pulse race, my thoughts spiraling further out of control. My mind was too noisy, too consumed with trying to piece together what Kennedy had said, what the stalker’s true motivations were. Could there be a connection between t

“Is this true Galen? You’ve stalked other women before me?” “Stalking is a nasty word. I’m a connoisseur of fine ladies. I enjoy observing them from afar. Living together under one roof is so exciting that I can’t resist getting closer to them. You’re so pretty and you flaunt everything right there in front of me. I can’t help it. But I want to see more. I want to touch and feel you.”

The memory of how it happened made my brain quiver in my skull. My parents and I lived in a small home. It was the greatest to me. We had all we needed, love, unity, peace, happiness, and so many more. I attended Southhills high school. It was epic. I was just a dumb nerd that talked to no one except my books and few people which was obviously weird. I had come across many disgusting boys that wanted me to be their girlfriends. Justin Carter was one of them but I always rejected them. Little did I know that Justin was deeply in love with me. He was obsessed! He had always followed me home without my consent. He was stalking me and knew my every move. He was really annoying.

Last night, I remember how Anna said that she wanted Adair back and the countless number of times that Adair told me how she wanted to see him even though they shouldn’t. According to what Aaliyah told me then, and drawing on previous stalker cases of husbands and wife, what Anna is doing is an act of obsession. I’ve seen plenty of cases where the wife or husband doesn’t want to let go even when the marriage is totally broken, to the point where the other person no longer wants to be with their spouse. “Hello earth to Sarah!” Aaliyah snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Oh, sorry I was thinking about what you said.” I state taking a sip of my coffee.

The hallway lights flickered like dying stars as Matteo and I stepped out of the cell. His chained hands brushed mine, a silent promise that whatever waited for us at the end of this corridor, we would face it together. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that matched the blaring alarms echoing through the detention facility. The Architect — the man behind the grey door, the puppet master who had set this entire nightmare in motion — was here. And he wanted us.

She felt bad. A second, the corners of her eyes caught the glimpse of a black shadow. It looked like it was stalking her, not far from the place where she was standing. Qeiza walked slowly to lure the black shadow out of the place it was hiding. That’s absolutely right. A man really walked sneakily behind her. Qeiza kept walking forwards. However, the tails of her eyes continuously watched the stalker’s movements. When their distance was getting closer, Qeiza fastened her walk. Then, like a flash of lightning, she hid behind a tree in a darker area.

Nikolai For some strange reason, I've been feeling uneasy since I came home. I needed to make an appearance as there were a few deals I needed to sign on. And now, I'm in my office with Ilya, but I feel uneasy. A part of me keeps telling me that I shouldn't have left Adrian alone, I know he was lying to me. He is being watched by someone, it's obvious he has a stalker, and though I already sent Kuzma there, I still feel very uncomfortable.