Love Obsession Stalking Novels & Stories

I cut him off. He smiled. “I love taking pictures of you,” “No…not that Damien, my pictures from highschool, college and my mother's painting,” I said, I looked at him. The smile slowly, as fear slipped on his face. “I…I can explain,” “Are you obsessed with me, Damien?,” I asked, he shook his head. “N…no, it is not an obsession. I love you,” “Damien, what I saw is obsession. You took my panties, for God sake, pictures like a stalker…and my mother's painting, i don't even know what you say about…i don't know if I should be grateful or scared or even both them…or…,”

Liam said calmly, “you’ll never struggle again a day in your life.” The rain poured harder around them. Her heart pounded nervously. Nothing about this felt normal. But nothing about Liam Dawson felt normal either. “What’s the catch?” she asked quietly. For the first time, something dangerous flashed inside his gray eyes. Possession. Obsession. Hunger. Then he said the words that would destroy her entire life. “You will belong only to me.”

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.

Heat crawls up my spine, sharp and electric. “To maintain authority over a partner,” I continue, my voice steadier than I feel. I don’t break eye contact. I can’t. “It often starts with intimidation. Threats. It escalates over time.” My fingers press lightly into the desk. “The injuries can reflect ownership. Dominance. Obsession. Stalking fits into that pattern.” Silence stretches. “Very good, Raven.” He writes it down, but there’s something different in his posture now. Tighter. More aware. “You know your offenders,” he adds, glancing back at me with a knowing smirk.

“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

Those kisses make me crave him and also make my skin crawl, it makes me feel disgust for myself, how I can still crave them after facing the consequences of loving the wrong man. Since the day I found out he is the stalker he hasn't tried to contact me until now, but not even a single day passed where I couldn't feel his presence near me. He watched my every move, the chills I feel every time I was alone in my home, he’d sent me flowers every day and I threw them in the trash as if they are poison. He looms over me like a dark shadow that would conquer anything in its path making me ask "What do you want Adrian?"

"I think he has obsessive love disorder. You might not have known the full extent of his actions, but he always kept an eye on you, even when he wasn't here." Silius's breath caught, something cold settling low in his stomach. "He tracked your every move," Ryan said, "not just like a stalker, but exactly like a stalker." Silius said nothing, the words landing heavier with every sentence. "He never admitted to wanting anything more than you," Ryan went on, "but you were always the only thing he cared about." He paused, letting that settle before continuing. "He hated it when you spent time with your college friends. Even from afar, he made sure to deal with anyone who made a move on you."

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

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.