Obsessive Stalker Novels & Stories

"Jesus, this means this bastard has been stalking you for almost eight years??" Jared cursed under his breath, slamming his fist onto the desk. “Baby, are you sure you don’t remember ever meeting him there?” he asked her, his voice soft. “People with obsessive tendencies like this don’t just fixate on someone randomly. There has to be something that pulled him to you.”

“It makes the story messier for him. A crime of passion is one thing. A years-long, delusional fixation on the wife of the man you hate is another. It’s less about my ‘other one’ and more about *me* being the ‘other one.’ It could pull the focus back to us, to our dynamic. Why was he so obsessed with *me*?” She was right. Alvarez was a bloodhound, but he was also a bureaucrat with a case to close. A clean, simple narrative of revenge for a business wrong was tidy. This? A stalker’ obsession spanning years, with me as the unacknowledged object? That raised questions about our world, about what might attract such a fixation. It was a thread that could lead him places we couldn’t afford. “We ne

That's what I was, wasn't it? A stalker. Not a concerned father. Not someone trying to make amends. Just a man who couldn't take no for an answer, who kept pushing and violating and demanding until the object of his obsession had to get courts involved to make him stop.

Gabriel stood in front of another village to quench his thirst for blood. As he was about to enter the village, his ears perked at a woman's crying from somewhere nearby. He was no longer in himself. His body may have been moving, but his mind was completely useless. There was only a desire for blood in his eyes. Gabriel stood in the dark waiting for his prey like a night predator. At first, that woman was frightened, seeing a man standing in the dark, but immediately the voice of the same man calmed her nerves.

says Vega. "Come on while we come up with ideas on what styles we should use again, because I feel like we've used all the styles!" Alberto accepted Vega's invitation. "Yes. It feels boring too if you only use the same styles over and over again," said Vega. After that, Vega took her phone. Then they turned on the virtual private network. After that, they open a porn site. Then, they watch porn movies while practicing some of the new styles found in porn movies. After a while, Alberto complained that he was hungry. "Honey, I'm hungry!"

The stalker, the one who had haunted her nightmares and pursued her relentlessly, was none other than Tony. The revelation paralyzed her with terror, the weight of the situation sinking in. Trapped in the clutches of a delusional stalker, Bella's mind raced with the grim understanding that her ordeal had taken an even darker turn. The air hung heavy with a chilling sense of dread, as the relentless nightmare seemed to unfold with no respite in sight.

His name is Aiden Knight, 27 years old, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. “I have been battling with obsession lately” He added, spreading against the sofa. “What kind of obsession?” I asked calmly, my tone a far cry from how I feel inwardly as he leveled his blue-green eyes at me. “I can’t stop myself from stalking someone” “Watching everything about him. Wanting to know all his secrets” My breath seemed to have frozen in my lungs at the intensity of his voice as he described his problem. “And who is this person?” I asked, clearing my throat as I adjusted my glasses.

The cold air kissing my skin briefly before he returned, spreading me wide again. Oh heavenly Father forgive me, for I have sinned. For it seems I’m about to have sex with my stalker and I have no single intention of saying no… because I want the same thing too. God! Even saying that in my head sounds insane, but it doesn’t make it any less true. His obsession doesn’t even begin to rival the one I have for him. And that? That’s the most terrifying part. Because it’s not just him watching me, wanting me, consuming me with that intensity of his..

I read on, my heart racing: "My beautiful flower, I've been watching you, studying your every move. You have haunted me in my dreams, followed me in my memory, and enamoured me… …Alice… Your name echoes in the most silent parts of my mind, Brought to life by the memory of your touch, And the gentle sway of our bodies to the jazz music. You have become my obsession, Of which I will never tire. I am always watching, always waiting. And soon, I'll make my move. You can't escape me, no matter how hard you try. I'll find you, and when I do, you'll be mine forever.” Forever yours, [Your stalker]" My hand shook as I finished reading. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the signature. Fear tightened m

“But you know the full story, because… because you witnessed it.” Quin’s eyes stayed on me, wide, waiting, silently urging me on. I took a breath that rattled through my chest. “I had a stalker,” I began, my voice trembling. “An obsessive stalker who wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept showing up. Watching me. Making me feel unsafe, scared, dirty.” Quin’s jaw clenched, her expression darkening with protectiveness I didn’t deserve.