Love Obsession Stalking Novels & Stories

Now she doesn’t just hate you—she’s probably terrified of you, the voice in my head scolded me. The look on her face when she turned around and her eyes fell on me said everything. “Lemme explain,” I whispered, uncertain. She accused me of stalking her, and I hated to admit—how much this felt like the action of a sick, psychotic freak—it was true. I had stalked her. Every damn day of my life. And yeah, it sounded sick. “I’m obsessed with you, Mila.” My voice pleaded. God, this was painful for a man like me.

I never got so much scared of him but at that time I didn't want him to come closer to me but he was stepping towards me and I was trying to hold my breath and be normal and then he was there standing infront of me and I could feel him staring at me. He then picked me up and I opened my eyes and started resisting. '''What are you doing??? Just put me down!!! I said leave me.. you said you won't touch me so why are you doing this now???''' His face was straight and there were no expressions. He was moving towards the other room that was next to the study room. He opened the door and entered and I was still saying a lot to him. ''''I knew you were a pervert.. You didn't handle rejection well t

“Do you feel that? Like someone is out there.” He followed my gaze but the cliffs looked empty. “I do not see anything. But I feel it too. The messages have stopped for now but something is still out there. Someone is still watching.” I leaned back into him, holding his hand tightly. “We will face it when it comes. Together. No matter who it is. No matter what new shadow appears. We have survived too much to let fear win now.” John kissed me softly. “Together. Always.” As we sat there under the stars with the ocean singing its eternal song, I realized the truth. Our love had survived hell. It had given us a beautiful daughter and brought our family back together. But the obsession it created

He felt an infinite need to be by her side, to have her close, to kiss her and take her to bed again, he was not even sure if it was love what he felt for her, he only knew that it was a great obsession that was consuming him. Anxious he left his mansion again and went straight to Brenda's cabin, he only needed to get a little closer to her, to feel that the aura and the atmosphere was darker, denser, usually a vampire didn't give off such an evil nature, but on this occasion, it was as if Brenda was surrounded by pure evil. Alexander opened the door with a single swing and there she was, dressed in a beautiful dark silk dress, with her beautiful hair over her shoulders, and her lips as red

ROBERT Was I a creep? A weird stalker? An obsessed man in love with a woman who barely knew it? Per se, I wasn’t necessarily a creep, nor was I weird, but I was stalking Renee, and I was madly obsessed with her too. As I watched her get into the cab, her eyes darting about in fright, my chest tightened. I didn’t want her to be afraid of me, and I knew by now she’d know it was me sending the gifts.

“Are you that big of a stalker? Is your goal to make me fall in love with you so you can use it against me?” “Tell me!” Felix yelled. “Don’t just stand there. I saw you three years ago, before I left the country. I caught you stalking me, but you denied it. Why are you making me look like a fool? Can't you see I'm losing my mind? What do you want from me? Because if it's love, you already have that. I've fallen so madly and hopelessly in love with you.” I stared at his right eye, then his left eye, and back to his right eye, and announced, “You are right. It's me, Felix… I'm Benita James, your supposed dead ex-wife.”

"I look like your first love, you started liking me because I look like your first love." I wasn't even surprised. The shock had been cauterized by a sudden, chilling realization of how deep his obsession went. Jake hadn't just been a distant father figure or a complicated lover; he had been a stalker. From the moment he entered my life, he had been documenting me, framing me, seeing me through a lens that had nothing to do with who I actually was. Long before I had my first dark thought about him long before I felt that forbidden pull in the hallways of this very penthouse he had already laid his claim. He had seen me first. He had wanted me first. And he had wanted me for all the wrong re

It was a reminder of how much attention I paid to her, and how much she meant to me. "What the hell?! Are you some kind of creepy stalker who follows college girls? How did you know such details?!" Isobel exclaimed, but there was a playful glint in her eyes as she spoke. "Tell me, Ryle…. Are you perhaps stalking me?" A hint of disgust flickered across Isobel's face, though she was still smiling. Seeing her smile again brought a sense of relief to me, and I decided to tease her a bit. "Stalking? I wouldn’t call it stalking…," I said, leaning in slightly towards Isobel, my voice dropping to a whisper. "We do stupid things when we like someone. But those stupid things also help us to find a way

I was a bastard for manipulating him but I had no choice. His eyes darkened. “You’re a liar.” I clenched my jaw. “And you’re obsessed with me.” He scoffed. “Hardly.” “Oh, really?” I shot back. “Because it sure as hell looks like it. You followed me here, didn’t you?” He didn’t answer. I let out a humorless laugh. “God, how long have you been stalking me? You know, you always do this. You butt into my life, make everything more difficult, and for what? What do you get out of this?”

“I like knowing you want to see me.” “You don’t understand,” he growled, pressing into me from behind while I fumbled to unlock my door. “This feeling is not normal. Or natural. I haven’t even known you a week. How can I become so attached so fast? That’s borderline stalker behavior, isn’t it?” “Well… Stalkers are unwanted, for one thing. And I’m actually a fan of whatever this is you’re experiencing, so… That suggestion’s off the table. Obsession, on the other hand—”