Love Obsession Stalking Novels & Stories

"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.

“It’s a divorce lawsuit sent by Miss Qeiza.” Ansel’s mouth drooped sarcastically when hearing Xander mentioned his wife’s name. His hands made a movement, pushing the paper that half pulled out back into the folder again. He thought he didn’t need to read it at all. It’s clear enough. “She’s pretty good at stalking the perfect time!” Ansel said in a sarcastic tone. “Or she was spying on me on purpose?” Xander didn’t answer Ansel’s question. He just felt concerned about the marriage of his friend and boss as well. Precisely, he took a pity on Qeiza. That innocent bird had become an object of Ansel’s hatred for no apparent reasons.

"And if this Vanessa situation is innocent? If we're building a defensive action around a woman who's just socially awkward and trying to network?" "Then we apologize internally and move on. But Hayes..." I turn to face him "...you've seen the evidence. The stalking, the resentment, the lies about when she arrived in New York. That's not networking. That's obsession." "Obsession isn't always dangerous." "But it often is. Especially when combined with resentment and a sense of injustice." I finish my scotch. "Tomorrow, we find out which kind Vanessa is."

“ You slut, how dare you fuck him.” “ Let go of her!” Eloise shouted at him. Laera whimpered. Her cheeks hurt, and the slap stung. Her chest tightened with fear, unable to look at him. “ You think I wouldn't know, that you were screwing your boss?” “ You coward!” Eloise yelled, wanting him to let go of her, afraid he'd hurt Laera upon seeing how enraged he was. “ You're nothing but a creep, you think stalking her will make her love you? No, you know why? Cause you're nothing but a disgusting piece of shit.”

“Nothing is impossible when it comes to you and this child. I have been decrypting more files. I have contacts. People who can help us disappear if we need to. But first, we play this carefully. You keep pretending around Victor and the doctor. I will handle the rest. And when the time is right, we take everything back.” His obsession was clear now. It had deepened into something fierce and all consuming. He was not just in love with me. He was claiming a future that Victor had tried to steal. The storm continued raging outside, but in that moment, wrapped in Damien’s arms, I felt a strange sense of safety I had not known in months. “I love you,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I

I open my eyes slowly. "But it changed. The more I watched you... the more I saw how loved you were. How your parents looked at you. How your friends were around you. I got curious. I wanted to understand what that felt like. What it was like to be... wanted in a good way." My voice gets quieter. "So I started following you. Stalking you. I told myself it was still part of the plan, that I was just studying my target. But it became something else. You became an obsession. Something I couldn't stop thinking about."

Suddenly a scent rushed into my nostrils and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I looked at him again and felt an intense attraction to him. I gasped. This couldn't be. There had to be some kind of mistake but there was none. The Goddess never made a mistake. I whispered under my breath, loud enough for only the both of us to hear. "Mate..."

“I have already told you that it is a marriage by convention.” “What do you mean, that he is your lover? Not even dead! I already told you if you intend to continue with your obsessive-compulsive disorder, I'll leave right now, and the story that I'm yours, swallow it whole, please don't be so crazy!” Camille leaves Andy's office, making things clear from her point of view, for him everything was still confusing, she was right, she had a problem and she had to deal with it, she had never felt something like that for a person.

Raven "I am completely fine. Now leave me and get out of my room. I don't wanna see your face." Neil "That's why I switched off the lights. Now listen to me. You are mine and Only Mine. I have lost a lot of things just to be with you. I got Obsessed for you just the way you were Obsessed for me. I want you and I want no one else. Stop behaving like a child. You still love me. Why don't you accept me?"