Love Obsession Stalking Novels & Stories

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

Just a little time. He stared at me for a long second, then scoffed. “Nice try,” he said, stepping even closer. “But I’m not wasting another second.” How could anyone be this obsessed with sex? Especially with having sex with me. To the point of stalking me into the woods. It made no sense, and that somehow made it worse. His eyes were dark with hunger, stripped of anything human, and my skin crawled just looking at him. There was no talking my way out of this. I knew it the second he took another step forward and reached out for me.

“You love how I treat you. How I use you.” My breath hitches. I should throw him out right now and call the police. But the truth sits heavy in my chest, a weight I can’t ignore. I do love it. The way he takes what he wants, the way he leaves me aching, the way he watches me from the shadows like some obsessed predator. I’ve known for months that he’s been stalking me, lingering outside my apartment, following me to the gym, the way his car stays in the parking lot of my fafavouriteafé.

I dragged my nails against his scalp and he groaned. “From what I’ve gathered, you’re kind of obsessed with me,” I teased. My voice was quiet and he chuckled. I wanted him to stay like this forever. “What makes you say that?” he murmured, playing along. “We’re not lovers and yet you’ve stalked me in all of them. In this one, you knew what city I was in and where I worked. You booked me out for the year. Are you still going to say you aren’t obsessed?” His chin dipped and his arm wrapped around my waist.

There was a computer on next to the doll with a letter half written, the note was addressed to me and had the same tone as all the others but the end was very revealing: “We are going to be together whatever happens and the stupid one of Isaac will not be able to separate us " I felt like I was going to pass out and grabbed a chair to keep from falling. Isaac was always right, Ezra was my stalker! How could I distrust him? Why did I ignore their warnings? My hand started to shake but it was too late to back down, I grabbed the sheet and threw it to the floor with one pull, the wall was exposed and I was speechless when I saw that it was full of photos of me, without realizing I had been phot

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

I smirked. "Pfft...you are acting like we are friends or something," she said and wrinkled her nose. How cute. "You are right. We are not friends. We are lovers," I said and wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close. "I hate you. You are even more annoying than I was when I was stalking you," she pouted. "Oh, so you admit you were stalking me," I chucked. "It was a mistake. A mistake I'll never repeat with anyone ever again. And I am trying to stay far away from you too," she said quietly.

He was such a professional stalker but he didn't mention my last dislike, Mitchell. "What about you? Your likes and dislikes." I rested my back against the car's chair comfortably. "I love gyming, it's clearly obvious, also jogging, reading. And, I loved flirting with girls but stopped it all because of you." He smiled slyly. "I hate…" he trailed off then cleared his throat, "baked foods especially cakes and cookies and I hate it when men try to flirt with you or when anyone tries to hurt you, my Eve." He said seriously with clenched fists.