Books About Stalking Novels & Stories

He got out and headed towards the lift, and before I could ask him to keep it open, it closed. “Is he for real?” I glared at the door as it went up. What's even his issue? Don't tell me he's still pissed because I refused his calls? Was that why he stalked me? Talking of stalking, while I waited for the car to return, I called Edward. He answered on the second ring. “How was dinner, boss? Am I cleared to start drafting the contract?” “Why did you tell Stein about the meeting?” “Mr Schmidt?” “Why did you give him my location?”

"Maybe she doesn't want to like you anymore? Why can't you leave her alone, you bully?" It was true. I was slowly going back to my old self. The possessive asshole Aaron who always got his way. But I didn't care at this point. I felt a strong desire toward my silly little stalker girl. It was as if we were switching roles. I was the one who was stalking her now. Oh, how the table has turned.

Alissa walked to her dorm room and she lay on her bed. Her heart calmed a bit and she couldn't believe that had just happened. She tried not to panic at all, but she was. So many questions swirled in her head. What did he mean when he said that he would not let her off easily next time? Why did she have to fall? Did he now know that she was the one who had stalked him? Alissa tossed and turned until she fell eventually fell asleep. Alissa's eyes slowly opened, and she found that there was a lot of light streaming in, which meant that she had slept past afternoon.

“I would remember shoveling the driveway in freezing cold. Or lifting the airfryer—it’s heavy. Something’s wrong. Something’s really wrong.” “I said, let’s take it easy,” Sam says, low and measured. He grabs my hand and leads me into the library, steadying me. “Step by step. We write it down. Finish our homework. Baby steps.” “When did this stalking start?” Tessa asks as we settle at a corner table in the back, the library unusually quiet. Dust motes float in the sunlight slanting through tall windows. Sam slams his criminology textbook onto the table and flips open his laptop. “Let’s map it out. Timeline.”

"Lila. Please. Just five minutes. That's all I'm asking." "No," I said firmly, not looking up from my coffee. "You need to leave, Miles." "I'm not harassing you. I'm in a public place, getting coffee. I have just as much right to be here as you do." His voice took on that reasonable, logical tone I remembered so well. The one that made me feel like I was being unreasonable for being upset. "Technically true," Jessica said coolly. "But showing up where you know she'll be after she's told you to leave her alone? That's stalking, Miles. And it's not cute."

“Why are you suddenly shy, Kam? I’ve watched you bathe and dress up for three good years. What difference would it make if I want to see you when you’re not having sex with Davin—or taking your bath?” My breath caught. Did he just say he had been stalking me for THREE YEARS?! Did he just say three years? Did he just state that he has been stalking me for three solid years? “ You know that is a crime and you can be sued for that right? Or was it jealousy that drove you nuts!” I snapped a strange energy surge through me.

The presence of my masked secret stalker who has been following me for months now. I first noticed him during my first night visit to the lower districts and since that day, I have always felt him hovering around me. Initially, I thought he was going to get tired and stop after a while, but he didn't. He never did. He always follows me through the dark streets every night and sometimes, he even leaves small gifts and handwritten notes of sinful fantasies for me on my windowsill. Since he started stalking me, I never told anyone about him and now, even though he is here in my room, I still won't tell anyone.

He smirked leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, putting his legs on the table like he owned the place “well if it isn't my little ass-kicking warrior.” I let out a short amused snort, folding my arms across my chest. I could play this game better than he could and I was not going to let him scare me. There were a dozen kids behind the door all I had to do was scream and believe me when I say, I’m a screamer. "I'm not your anything, thief," I retorted emphasizing the term of possession. This is how it all begins I tell you. I had watched enough crime shows to know stalkers always think they own their prey. I had to make that point clear. I'll be damned if I was connected to that

She forgot to keep her eyes down and lifted her chin as she remembered the way the police had spoken to her. Jane leaned forward in her chair and spoke in stern tones. "Stalkers don't go away Ms. Sterling, they escalate until they're jailed or something really bad happens." "Oh," said Addison, the air seeming to rush out of her. "That's what I said," interjected Claudia. Addison sat up straighter and shook her hair back a little. "So let me get this straight. Nothing can be done until the stalker gets what they want? God only knows what that is!"

Her Monster! Intro: He stalks her, watches her from the dark and still controls her. Owning her is never enough! Dahlia had met her very own monster and he wasn't one to be trifled with. Dahlia's P.O.V. Having a toxic sexual relationship with your stalker should be like the most twisted erotic romance story in history right? I mean stalking is a crime that's not just perverted but twisted and ominous. I shouldn't invite him in or rather I never should have let him into my house, my life and my body.