Obsessive Stalker Novels & Stories

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

"Just be ready for him to escalate, if she has a man living with her. This could become dangerous for them both." Honey stared at her for a moment, then looked at Grayson with an expression that said she hadn't expected that outcome. "She's right," Nate said. "Stalkers follow patterns. They fixate because they believe they have a claim on their target. You disrupt that belief, introduce a credible alternative, and most of them recalibrate. Either they redirect the obsession or they escalate." Nate hadn't seen Trish as a stalker until that moment. But Prue was right.

“All of which I could forgive if you didn’t set me up with an anorexic Mexican who believes he is a fictional character; ruining one of my favorite romance novels with the experience! Now you won’t have to worry about the big city swallowing my midget body whole, since the proper schizophrenic you gave my personal information is stalking me!” I stamp my foot with a sharp intake of breath. “He’s a stalker, Nicky! You know how I feel about stalkers! They are up there with being late, daisies and Hitler! ” I heave in a shaky breath, battling down the panic.

I grinned. Silence met me on the other side. My grin widened until my cheeks hurt. “ Really? When were you even taking those pictures? And how many girls have you stalked before, Izer Primeblood? ” I continued my journey to tease him to Mars. “ You enjoy making me say this. I get it. So let me tell you again. ” Izer husked. “ it’s only you. I am obsessed with only you. Scarlett Darling. I want to catch every smile, every tear, every single fucking moment with you and I can’t stop myself. If you think I am a stalker, then so be it. If you think this is funny, I don’t give a fuck. If you think— ”

She took the chewing gum out of the bag and put it in her mouth "My name is Nissa and nice to meet you Mr. Harry." "You're not human, so who are you?" He stuck to her word, not knowing how she knew him. "You just have to wait to find out. Just know that you are under my care from now on. Think a thousand times before touching any human being ... otherwise you will be responsible for the outcome," she said in a casual manner. It was as if he had been threatened.

"Why do you have these?" Pictures of me leaving work. Walking home. Standing outside a café with friends. Even one from a grocery store parking lot. A chill ran through my chest. "Have you been stalking me?" "Observing," he corrected calmly. "That's the same thing!" "No. Stalking implies obsession." "Doesn't it?" His eyes darkened slightly. "Not in this case." I flipped through the file quickly. "How long?" "Several weeks." "Several weeks?" I looked up at him, stunned.

“You’ve been investigating her for me.” “And I’ve given you what you asked for.” “Then give me everything.” “I’ve done enough, Mr Voss.” I could hear the irritation in his voice. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means this job is beginning to feel less like investigation and more like obsessive stalking.” I went silent while Levi continued. “I didn’t sign up to follow a woman around simply because a stalker wants to know everything about her.” “It’s not like that.” “Then what is it like?” He felt he had almost yelled at me.

Cursing my stars I continued to search for an auto. With a sudden break , a car came to an halt near the bus stop ..All heads turned automatically to that car..as I was busy catching the auto,I paid least attention to it.I'm still wandering trying to stop every passing autos ..when I saw an auto without passengers I almost ran to stop that auto. But in my Hurry I bumped onto someone..mumbling a quick sorry I passed that person and fled to catch that auto. But that auto speeded In a second. .."stupid..is he flying a flight ? Why this much speed man ? " I vent out my frustation on that poor man in my mind...While I was busy cursing that poor man on my mind, I noted someone's gaze on me. ..

I just kept needing to know more and more of her. I tried hard to make it stop. I told myself we lived worlds apart, she didn't know I existed as I'd always used a disguise to track down that client. What was I trying to achieve by stalking her? It was stupid. I didn't even know this girl apart from what I dug on her. Maybe I shouldn't have indulged and made myself her returning customer for months while I was on that mission. I shouldn't have but I did and now, I'm stuck with this weird obsession.

Heat crawls up my spine, sharp and electric. “To maintain authority over a partner,” I continue, my voice steadier than I feel. I don’t break eye contact. I can’t. “It often starts with intimidation. Threats. It escalates over time.” My fingers press lightly into the desk. “The injuries can reflect ownership. Dominance. Obsession. Stalking fits into that pattern.” Silence stretches. “Very good, Raven.” He writes it down, but there’s something different in his posture now. Tighter. More aware. “You know your offenders,” he adds, glancing back at me with a knowing smirk.