Books About Stalkers And Obsession Novels & Stories

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

Hours passed slowly. I wandered through the enormous penthouse. The library caught my attention. Shelves stretched from floor to ceiling. Law….History….Economics….Military strategy….Even classic literature. I ran my fingers across the spines. “You’ve read all these?” I asked when Luca appeared in the doorway. “The boss has.” “Every one?” “He doesn’t sleep much.” That explained a lot. One particular shelf stood out. Leather bound journals. Dozens of them. Each marked only with a year.

“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.”

He turns his car and drives right to a small cafe directly facing the school so he can keep an eye on her when she drives out or when she goes for lunch. Apparently, stalkers and obsessive people don't know they are being obsessive and in Tyler's case, he does not find it weird that he's waking up ten minutes earlier so he can watch her rise from bed, he does not find it weird that seeing her turns him on in more than one way, he does not find it weird that he follows her everywhere, protecting her and finally, he doesn't find it weird that he's masturbating to her in the morning.

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, he couldn’t believe his ears. “Yup, you’re right. Evelyn’s stalker is indeed a psychopath but I would also like to add a few words, Xander. Things which you forgot to mention.” His pitch dropped an octave as he continued, “Her stalker is an obsessed and dangerous Mafia who had been keeping tabs on Evelyn for the last two years with his spies lurking around her and reporting her every detail to him within seconds. He keeps records of everything related to Evelyn, whether it concerns her company or her home. He even knows when she comes home, at which time she wakes up and leaves for the office, what she eats, and whom she meets. Her stalker has stashed portfolios of her employees, house sta

Stalking the newspaper for every article about him, reading an embarrassing amount of fan fictions about him or well, just like right now, not having the most holy thoughts about him. Even though it had been ten years since my first and only interaction with him, I can’t help but wonder what my first interaction with him as a grown woman would be like. Obviously, in non-murderous and relatively less fear-ridden situations. The hopes of running into him or even just catching a glimpse of him made me do kinda crazy things which included doing anything to be even remotely related to the Lancaster enterprises. That explains why I work in one of the sub-offices of the Lancaster Enterprises as an

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.

"We found photos of you and your girlfriend, together and apart. It looked like he had been stalking you for a while. We also found the clothes he had worn when he'd killed Connor Grey. They were hidden in his closet and the DNA matched. We're still investigating but all I can say for now is that your business partner was obsessed with your girlfriend. It happens when people think they're in love but by killing Mr. Grey, Duke Copeland had taken his obsession to the next level. There's no saying what he would have done to Miss Rutherford hadn't she ran from him. These kinds of cases are a bit hard to solve because we never really know when the perpetrator's behavior escalates. Most stalkers s

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.