Love Obsession Stalking Novels & Stories

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.

Colors spilled everywhere, creating an accidental abstract painting on the walls and floor. She trembled in the corner of the room, her body shaking uncontrollably. Earlier, she had already knocked over the blank canvas in front of her. Her hand ached from the impact-but she felt nothing. Her eyes were locked on the television, burning with hatred as she watched Damian-someone she could no longer even touch. And now, he was saying that name: Livia. "He never once admitted he loved me in public. Not even once. And now, live on TV?!"

“That’s not courting, Evan. That’s stalking.” For the first time, Evan faltered. The word hung in the air like shattered glass. Something in his face twisted—hurt, anger, denial all tangled together. His voice dropped to a whisper, rawer than Adrian had ever heard it. “You call it stalking. I call it loving you before you knew how to love me back.” Adrian’s chest heaved. His throat burned. He wanted to scream again, to tear the room apart just to drown out that broken logic. But instead his voice cracked into something thinner, weaker.

She should fucking apologize and leave me the hell alone. “Listen, Loretta. I appreciate that you’ve fallen in love with me at first sight, but I don’t like you, and stalking me isn’t going to help the situation. It is going to make me see you as a pathetic woman. You don’t have to go the extra mile to make me love you,” I revealed coldly.

vibes Cole was throwing. "I mean it, Lawson, get out," Cole repeated, still calm, but you could see his jaw tighten and his fingers twitching. "Haven't you done enough? I've put up with your shit and never stepped in the way you deserved, always giving you the benefit of the doubt for Camila's sake. But this? Showing up here after everything you've put her through? This ain't about some teenage crush anymore; this is straight-up obsession, stalking even. And trust me, buddy, that's a line you really don't want to cross with me at my party."