Obsession Stalked By My Lover Novels & Stories

I bit my lip to hold back the sounds threatening to spill, but when his hand slid along my thigh, possessive and sure, a louder moan broke free. Adrian’s eyes darkened, his expression raw. “God, Alyssa…” He kissed me again, rougher now, swallowing every broken sound I made. “I’ll never let you go. Never.” My heart clenched painfully. He wasn’t talking to me. He thought I was her. And yet… with every touch, every kiss, every whisper of obsession against my skin, I was falling deeper into a trap I couldn’t escape. Because for the first time in my life, someone wanted me this way—even if it wasn’t really me.

Just the two of us smiling, tangled up in stolen kisses, moments that felt like forever. But the second folder? “Obsessiom”—marked with a red heart. That one was filled with the photos I never meant to show anyone. Shots of her in her quietest, rawest moments. Making coffee in my shirt. Sleeping with her lips parted in the pantry, cheeks flushed, skin glowing under bad office lighting. She had no idea how many nights I spent scrolling through those images like a man starved. She doesn’t even realize it—I’ve been obsessed. Every photo, every angle, every second she’s within reach, I’m memorizing her like I’ll never get to touch her again.

Could he truly love in return? His obsession wasn't just about a past betrayal anymore. It was evolving, shifting. It was no longer simply about revenge for what Isabella had done; it was becoming about Amara herself. About what she represented, about the eerie echo of a lost love, about the challenge she presented to his absolute control. He wasn’t punishing her for Isabella’s choices; he was seeing Isabella in her, and he wanted to recapture that lost connection, to possess the living embodiment of his deepest regret.

I only had to say the word, and he’d move heaven and earth. He can never know the depths of my obsession—how I stalked her, how I tried to seize his unwanted, pregnant wife. Yes, I’m an asshole, but I’m brutally honest about it. I know she doesn’t love me. I was bitter and frustrated—then I tried again. I swore I’d make her fall for me.

Eddie’s heart beat fast, she felt overwhelmed with embarrassment, “He’s extremely affectionate. He’s always kissing me and caressing me. He buys me gifts and trinkets. He prepared a whole reading room for me. He’s so doting I’m a little overwhelmed.” “Are we talking about the same Claiborne?” “Oh Lily, just tell me what you know? Was he like that with everyone? Is this normal between lovers? Is it because I have so little experience? Everything he does is making my heart swoon.” “Affection is normal between lovers, but I’ve never heard of the Duke being clingy. If anything it was always the other way around. If his lover got too mushy, he just tossed them aside. I’ve never heard of him behav

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..."

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

"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

“She never knew that behind my smiles, behind the way I cared for her… I was falling. Slowly. Helplessly.” He let out a dry laugh. “Your smile destroyed me, Petal. That smile became my obsession. You haunted my thoughts… your voice in my ears even when you weren’t there. Every time you talked to another guy, my blood boiled. I wanted to tear them away from you. Hide you. Claim you.” The word “obsession” rang heavy in his mind. Yes, I’m obsessed with her. But it’s love too. Isn’t it? Or was it just the illusion of love twisted by his control, possessiveness, and fear?

"Why do you keep rebelling against destiny? Why can't you just accept what we are?" I clench my jaw to keep from responding, from screaming at him that we're nothing, that we never were anything except predator and prey. "I love you!" He's screaming now, his voice echoing and multiplying in the empty space. "I've always loved you! Since the moment I first saw you! Why isn't that enough? Why am I never enough?" There's genuine pain in his voice, and it makes my stomach turn. He actually believes this. He's so delusional he thinks his obsession is love, thinks stalking me for three years is devotion.