My Paranoid Lover Novels & Stories

You just got out of that bed as if you didn't think that at any moment you could fall or stumble, imagine if you fell and hit your head-- he speaks nervously while he runs his hand through his hair messing up more than it already was his beautiful strands, that's just once with make it even sexier --- Stop being paranoid Deni...-- I am interrupted by a more nervous Deniel than he already was --- PARANOIA-- screams, scaring me-- my wife is attacked by a disgusting son of a bitch, besides that I find her passed out near a tree which she was brutally thrown and on top of that I have to put up with a bunch of people wanting getting close to MY female, knowing that right now what I want most is s

"In the past week; I met my lover camping, and saved his life; I've been attacked by a grizzly, which my lover killed by the way; was almost kidnapped at gunpoint, again because of my lover; had the best sex I've ever had in my life, or hope to have, no offense meant Marie: a crazy park ranger has decided that he needs to assassinate my lover and put a bullet through my window trying to succeed, but he didn't; and to top it all off, he asked me to marry him secretly, just for us and that's when it all went to hell." "I took too much time thinking about all things I'd miss because I was with him and started crying and he thought that I was going to say no, so he bugged out, left without anoth

He reached for his wine and took a drink. “He’s just paranoid, always been that way.” “They say when people are paranoid about you crossing them, it’s because they’ve already thought about crossing you.” “What are you saying?” “That people who are suspicious about their partners cheating are the ones already doing the cheating.” We’d just taken a turn down a seedy street, and I chose to let the silence defeat it. He took another drink of his wine. “It seemed like you were in a bad mood when I walked inside.” “I didn’t say anything.”

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Obsession is the most dangerous muse. Tonight’s confession is about a brilliant but deeply disturbed artist who found his perfect living canvas online. What started as distant admiration became kidnapping, captivity, and the most intimate, twisted form of artistic possession. This one is dark, psychological, and intensely erotic. Here is the confession of “Stalker’s Muse.” --- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse**

I guess I gave up hating him a long time ago, even as my heart broke over Apple. “Sparks, what’s on your mind?” Standing at the end of the hall only a few feet from the elevator is my best friend and lover, Parris Abernathy. He’s grinning up at me with the joy of reciprocated affection and the tension building in my chest eases as his scent reaches me, both of us moving forward to close the distance.

“Start by not crying every other day. And second..trust me. If he wants to play threats, we play strategy. You’re not the only one holding secrets, Am.” She stared at me. And for a split second, there was a flicker of hope behind those eyes. And then, of course, she opened her mouth and ruined it. “But… you’re not going to take his side, right? I mean, you’re not going to... fall in love again?” I gave her a flat look. “I’d fall in love with a feral cat before I fall for Zane Romano again.” She nodded quickly. “Right. Sorry. I just... I’m paranoid.”

After that scenario, my senses became oblivious. I don’t what to do. There are so many circumstances that keep on bursting into my head that I come to be paranoid. I can’t even trust my guts now because I’m not sure when will they ambush us. I can’t even communicate with my mate because of my problems. How funny it is, right? Because even if he’s my mate, I still dispute his trust which I shouldn’t because I know, deep inside my heart, he’s deadly serious about me and he loves me so much that no matter what happens, he’ll choose me.

His desperation, whether genuine or another manipulation, only made me more certain of one thing: he wasn’t the victim he wanted the world to believe. "Someone has her, and he is doing things to her," Randy said, his voice low and trembling with barely contained rage. I knew exactly what he meant, and it took every ounce of self-control not to burst into laughter. The absurdity of his paranoia was almost comical if it weren’t so tragic. “Maybe she’s with a lover,” I said, keeping my tone deliberately casual. “I doubt she’d want to be found.” His reaction was immediate—his fists clenched, and a flash of rage darkened his face. For a moment, I thought he might explode right there, his anger sp

"I'm sorry, okay? I want you back and I do promise to be a good boyfriend to you and the best father at that" I looked at him befuddled. Did a nut come loose in his brain or what? . . . . . . TBC Like. React. Comment. Share. Besides, who is interested in a P*F version of my former story, Hidden Scars? . Kamara B. Blake Love all my active readers💋💋

“No more alcohol Odin. We’re going to have a chat once you’re sober. We thought it would be tomorrow but seeing as you’re half-cut by lunchtime I might simply lock you in a room until you’re dry.” Odin looked at Paris after rolling his eyes at his father, “who is she?” “My lover,” Marsha spoke bluntly and Paris, being the fly by the seat of her pants woman she was. nodded emphatically and rose from her position and moved to sit right on Marsha’s lap. “But I saw her here yesterday with other people. She even was near Ramona last night.” Paris shrugged, “I’m a free spirit, sweetie. I’m young, carefree and experimental.”