Love Obsession Stalking Novels & Stories

"You took everything from me. What do I have now? Money? All right? Success? I would give all this in exchange for my baby! I would give anything in exchange for never having met you, and I know that if that girl knew that I was like her first of all, she would never get involved with someone like you. If she knew I was on your side while you were sinking into alcohol and drugs, I doubt she would still be all bouncy walking through that company. I'm sure she has no idea how stalker and disgusting you are. I doubt she knows what you do when you can't control each of our steps, or have you not yet hired an investigator to follow each of her steps, as you did to me?” I swallowed it dry. I could

*"Get up. We're going ring and dress shopping." That made her pause. *"Can we bring my friend?"* she asked softly. *"The bowling pin?"* *"Diana."* *"Right. Take her."* --- **Lily's POV** I knew he wouldn't hit me. I just needed to hear it. I've seen what love can turn into. Diana married the man she adored, and still came out broken. I was about to marry a man I barely knew beyond work and sharp words. But I wasn't weak.

A stranger who had broken her trust, her whole world, and stripped her of the freedom she had so desperately tried to hold onto. Memories crashed into her like an unforgiving tide. The way he had touched her forcefully against her will, the way he had whispered words of love while caging her like a possession, the way he had looked at her with obsession rather than devotion. Every lie, every broken promise, every moment he had twisted her love into something suffocating burned through her mind like a scar she could never erase. This wasn't love. It had never been. "No..." She uttered as her lip quivered.

"I do all this out of love for you. I don’t want her near you. She causes nothing but trouble. I want her to leave us alone so we can be together." I was surprised when I heard this. "Rose, consider what you are doing. You claim we love each other, yet are you doing this out of love? Are you stalking her and frightening her and then stating it is all out of love? That’s not love. That's an obsession." She drew nearer and addressed herself more forcefully. "You don’t realize! I’m doing this for our future. I won’t let her spoil what we share. I’d do whatever it takes."

He chuckled, clearly amused by my tone, even given my position. “I’ve always been curious about something,” he said. “That girl—Miss Isla. Do you truly love her? Or is what you feel closer to obsession?” His gaze sharpened with interest. “Think about it. If she never returned your feelings, wouldn’t you have become like those stalkers? Wouldn’t you try to claim her anyway, considering the kind of man you are?” My lips pulled into a frown, my eyes hardening into a glare. But he lifted his hands in surrender, laughing softly.

i knew that she would also accept me too. till then i had to keep my excitement into me..if i showed her that how horny i was for her ...she would be scared.. i would wait for her...but she would remain my lovely wife.... thinking her as my wife sent my spin a electric shock...." aaaaah...River...why did you become like some rendom love puppy " my concious mocked me.......i said to my concious that i love her so much that's why... Sriste's pov

"A real life. A marriage. A future. Not stalking her from the shadows like some creep." Dave flinched. "I wasn't stalking her," he said defensively. "Then what do you call showing up everywhere she goes?" I demanded. "Following her to Dubai for a business conference. Living in the same city as her. Always being conveniently nearby when something happens? That's called stalking, Dave." "It's called caring about someone," Dave shot back. "No," I said. "It's called obsession. And it needs to stop. Now." Dave stared at me with barely controlled rage.

“It’s a high, Alissia. Watching them walk through their day, not knowing you’ve been in their house, touched their things, read their messages. You see their secrets—the things they wouldn’t tell anyone. And in that moment, you own them, because they can’t hide from you.” I shiver, not from the cold, but from the intensity of his words. There’s something disturbingly erotic about the way he talks about stalking, like it’s not just a game to him but an intimate connection with his target. The thrill he gets isn’t about love—it’s about domination. About power.

Elliot states and I scoff. “ how the hell is that even possible” I ask him unable to believe my ears. “There is a huge possibility that the person tailing you is your psycho ex girlfriend because Eloise is so obsessed with you that she will go anything to be with you” Elliot points out “ and you think stalking me is the best way to go about that?” I question him because everything is not adding up. “It’s Eloise that we are talking about here, and as far as I am concerned I can bet my fortune on the fact that she will do anything for you” Elliot states confidently

*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.