Love Obsession Stalking Novels & Stories

“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.”

I must have been so stupid to think I was special and that is why he chose to love me. I’m guessing he told these girls the same lies. I’m guessing he stalks them, like he stalked me. Lures them into his house, makes them fall hopelessly in love with him just so they would lower their guards. When he’s done, he leaves hints to help them find his secret room and uncover his secrets. And after he is done baiting them, he hunts them down like a fucking prey and... and... and... I can’t even say the words, I’m too scared to say what he does to them. What if that is his M.O, What if that is just a hobby?

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?"

“You look like you saw a dead body or even Freddy kulga” Lena exhaled and inhaled. “Excuse me!” Lena rushed into the kitchen. She sat on the kitchen island, her head was spinning,she closed her eyes tight. “Here” Lena heard someone say. Lena opned her eyes to see Jeremy standing right in front of her with a smile and a glass of warm water, Lena pulled him in between her legs,she raped her hands around his neck, she proceeded to kiss Jeremy passionately,Jeremy savored her lower lip biting it gently and sucking, Lena stroked Jeremys hair as they kissed. Jeremy slowly pulled out of the kiss,Lena frowned as she tried to catch her breath.

“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."

"They'll both realize you're not worth the trouble you bring. The family drama, the scandal, the chaos that comes with your baggage is not everyone can handle. And you'll have nowhere else to go but back into my arms. Won't you?" I stared at him, my heart pounding, and suddenly something clicked into place. Something about the way he was looking at me... not with love, not even with genuine desire. He looked at me like he wanted to possess me. With Obsession. His need went far beyond normal emotion. "Why are you so obsessed with me, Chase?" I asked, calmer but more pointed. "This can't be love. This isn't what love looks like. Is it the money you're looking for? My father's business connecti

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..."