Love Obsession Stalking Novels & Stories

Remind every idiot on that campus who she belongs to. But I didn’t. Because I’m not just possessive. I’m careful. For her. That’s the real conflict tearing me apart. I love her — in the only way a man like me knows how. Obsessively. Violently. Completely. But loving her means destroying the walls I built to survive. It means risking everything I am. If the Organization finds out how deep this goes, they won’t just reinstate the kill order on her. They’ll make me watch while they do it. Or worse — they’ll make me pull the trigger myself to prove my loyalty.

"You don't put conditions on love. You are completely delusional if you think for a second that your homicidal tendencies are any kind of green flag. You are obsessive and insane, trying to tear up a marriage out of some form of...erotomania. I don't want this." "Look at me, Elodie." I fought to do so, knowing once I did he could almost convince me of anything. Including believing him with his suave tongue. "I have a life. Away from you. Whatever you've done to me...I...I want to move on." "All I have ever tried to do was save you. From unemployment. From yourself. From me-" "Then tell me what makes you so bad-" "I'm not...normal..." "No duh, Grey. You don't stalk someone if you are. You let

The intensity in the room was palpable as all eyes turned towards him, awaiting his next words with bated breath. "I'm Sebastian. I have loved Charlotte for years," he admitted, his words cutting through the tense atmosphere. As he spoke, he revealed the unsettling truth - that he had been stalking me, capturing videos and photos without my knowledge. A chill ran down my spine at his words, the realization sinking in that I had unknowingly been the target of someone's obsessive fixation.

My finger hovers over the temperature button. I remember yesterday. Someone following me. It can't be. “You have a stalker,” Delilah says flatly. I laugh, though it sounds hollow even to my own ears. “I’m like the most uninteresting person to stalk. There’s nothing to report. I work, I eat, and I sleep. That’s it.” “And you undress,” Sam sings. “And you shower,” Tessa adds. “And you’re alone half the time,” Sam continues. “Driving home alone. Living in that big house with just your sister.”

“Yes, of course” “You don’t look good. What happened to you?” “My province’s problem coming back at me” “What kind of problem is that?” “Obsessed person? I think” “Obsessed at you? Like how?” “Uhhh, he can do everything to follow me? He is one-of-a-kind stalker if you will ask me” “Like what?!” BACKSTORY:

"She told me I do not care about Cameron because I'm always happy. Truth is I'm not... I have a stalker out there and my brother is in coma, who wouldn't be disturbed?" "It's okay, babe. She probably misses him and seeing us act mushy mushy makes her feel lonely I guess." He used his thumb to caress my back and I was enjoying it all. "What about your stalker, heard from him?" "Not really. Maybe he finally stopped." I wrapped my hands around his neck and rested my jaw on his shoulder. "Hmm." He hummed and rubbed my back. "I hope that is true. You know once someone gets obsessed with something they want it all the time and if they can't get it, they kill who or whatever is in their way. They c

And once I’m done, you will belong to me… Only to me! Rowan returns his lips to hers, continuing his dominant kiss. Calista hadn’t realised or even noticed the depth of his obsession for her until now, believing he was just her best friend. Realising how Rowan was going to claim her, she pulls at his hold on her wrists and tries to move her hips to not only dislodge him but move away, unfortunately, it didn’t work, as it only makes him want inside her more. Not being able to back off now or stop himself, Rowan places both her wrists in one hand before sliding the other down her arm over her breast and hip to hook it under her thigh, pulling it up and over his shoulder.

He whispers. “Why were you stalking me? Are you spying on me for someone else?” “I stalk you ‘cause I love watching you.” He admits shamelessly, tracing the tip of the dagger against my skin, moving it down to an inch above my breasts. “How long?” “Ever since you entered the Wolves Academy.” I am taken aback. “My love isn't that simple, Hailey.” He breathes near my ear, warming the skin of my cheek. “I thought it was a fleeting feeling for you and you'll move on but I didn't realize you are obsessed with me, stalking me.”

“Who the hell thinks it’s okay to watch someone from the shadows? That’s not affection. That’s obsession. It’s creepy and messed up.” He blinked at me, like I’d spoken in a language he didn’t understand. “I’m not a psycho,” he said slowly, as though he was trying to convince himself as much as me. “Is it wrong that I find you pretty?” “Finding me pretty and stalking me are two very different things,” I said, my voice cold enough to cut glass. “Now let go. I don’t have time for this nonsense I’m going home.” I wrenched free and shoved past him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how badly my hands were shaking. My arm throbbed where he’d gripped it too tightly, the bruises alread

“I thought I was going to go crazy. I thought the world was about to end for me. I couldn't move on, so I stalked you, watched you from afar. That night, I followed you from Richard’s house down to the bar. I wasn't supposed to show myself then. I was supposed to wait until after the divorce, but seeing you drown yourself in alcohol, I just couldn't sit back and watch.” I listened to him with all my attention because these were things I never thought I would hear him say. Me rejecting him? Him not moving on? Stalking me? It felt like my brain was going to explode from all the information that has been dumped on me. “But I see it now.” He went down on his knees to wash my legs, and my breath