Obsession Stalked By My Lover Novels & Stories

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

“Yes, of course” “You don’t look good. What happened to you?” “My province’s problem coming back at me” “What kind of problem is that?” “Obsessed person? I think” “Obsessed at you? Like how?” “Uhhh, he can do everything to follow me? He is one-of-a-kind stalker if you will ask me” “Like what?!” BACKSTORY:

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

Adrian 's grip tightened around the stem of his wine glass, his voice a mixture of desperation and frustration, "Obsession… Obsession...No Obsession, I don't know what's the problem with all of you. Did I kidnap you? Tortured you? No right? I am being patient with you. I want you to reciprocate my feelings. I touch you cause I have already claimed you. Today or tomorrow you will be mine. So what's the problem? Jane, you don't understand. I can't bear the thought of you with someone else. I want you all to myself. I need you to belong to me, body and soul."

I dragged my nails against his scalp and he groaned. “From what I’ve gathered, you’re kind of obsessed with me,” I teased. My voice was quiet and he chuckled. I wanted him to stay like this forever. “What makes you say that?” he murmured, playing along. “We’re not lovers and yet you’ve stalked me in all of them. In this one, you knew what city I was in and where I worked. You booked me out for the year. Are you still going to say you aren’t obsessed?” His chin dipped and his arm wrapped around my waist.

He was obsessed with me, he'd said so himself, and for all I knew people tended to get very violent when obsessed. That explained why he saw no reason in hurting me like that earlier. I couldn't just believe it. All along I'd been thinking that I had the perfect boyfriend who loved me and was willing to do anything for me, who even fought for me after another man forcefully took me, but all along he had just been driven by obsession. I'd confused the whole thing. That look in his eyes that I always noticed when he looked at me was not love, but obsession, possession. God, I was so clueless. He'd come to me with the mindset of fraud but then he'd gotten obsessed with me and wanted me for hims

he said, as I pushed my legs apart on his. His finger throbbed into me, causing my head to fall back and moan. I could feel his shaft in his trousers as it rose to meet my pussy. I rushed to my feet and ran upstairs, my chest burning. This wasn’t love. This was obsession. He was obsessed with me. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone and called Chelsea. “Hey, girl” she answered softly. “Can I come over?” I sobbed. “Of course. What’s wrong?” she asked, but I had already ended the call.

“She will.” I watched her pace now. She touched the edge of the window frame, as if testing it for weakness. Her fingers were delicate, but not soft. They were the hands of someone who fought, someone who lived through pain. I liked that about her. I liked that she didn’t cower and I liked that she still hated me. Desire was never about affection, it was about possession. Love fades, I’ve seen it fade in centuries past, burn bright and die out just as quickly, but obsession… that stays. When I want something, I keep it. That’s the only truth that matters.

“You don’t even know me. You’ve built some version of me in your head from stolen information and twisted observations. That’s not love, that’s obsession. Dangerous obsession.” “Obsession?” He laughed, low and unsteady. The mask was slipping fast. “Yes, fine. I’m obsessed with you, Eve. Completely. From the first time I saw you in that meeting... strong, brilliant, carrying the weight of a new baby and a broken marriage... I knew. I’ve followed your routines because I needed to make sure you were safe. The gifts? Ways to show I can provide what he can’t. The hospital? I hated seeing you scared. I could have gotten her the best care instantly. The company crisis? That was necessary. To show y

Daniel seemed to be holding himself back, but his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were fixed on Gina with a fiery intensity. Gina interrupted him midway, cutting him off with her sharp words. Daniel's anger boiled over. "Get out of my way!" he yelled as he stormed out of the room, leaving Gina standing there, furious and frustrated. Meanwhile, Laura was silently sobbing in her room, heartbroken over the fact that the man she loved had chosen another. She was lost in her thoughts, trying to make sense of her feelings when suddenly, she realized that she was obsessed with Harold. She couldn't believe how much she had fallen for him, especially since she had been so blind to her own f