Obsessive Stalker Novels & Stories

Who is a stalker, or should I rather say what is the meaning of a stalker? A stalker is a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention. Can I really define this man as a stalker? Can I really place him in this perfect box and label it ‘Stalker’? He does not harass me physically. This, he does not do. He actually likes to make me think I’m in total control. But lately, I have felt harassed emotionally.

"She told me I do not care about Cameron because I'm always happy. Truth is I'm not... I have a stalker out there and my brother is in coma, who wouldn't be disturbed?" "It's okay, babe. She probably misses him and seeing us act mushy mushy makes her feel lonely I guess." He used his thumb to caress my back and I was enjoying it all. "What about your stalker, heard from him?" "Not really. Maybe he finally stopped." I wrapped my hands around his neck and rested my jaw on his shoulder. "Hmm." He hummed and rubbed my back. "I hope that is true. You know once someone gets obsessed with something they want it all the time and if they can't get it, they kill who or whatever is in their way. They c

Let them build up to an incinerating level, then fuck them -- it's so worth it. Stalkers ignore ROs. That's okay. Now you can legally trap them. They'll do whatever you want. Not because they are afraid of you. It is an RO for God's sake -- one night in jail, maybe. No, they'll do whatever sex act you request because that's why they are stalking you in the first place; the sensual/emotional connection.

That made her laugh softly under her breath. “No,” she admitted calmly. “I understand obsession though.” The way she said it made something cold slide down my spine. Because suddenly I remembered every single thing Stella did over the years. The hacking. The stalking tendencies. The fixation on people she admired. And Lex. Oh God. Stella was obsessed with Lex too. Not romantically. Worse. Admiration obsession. Hero worship. The dangerous kind. “You’ve been watching her for years,” I realized slowly. Stella smiled slightly.

Adrianna replied. Alissa jumped on to the first excuse that came across her mind, "You were right, I do miss Brandon a lot." "I knew it!" they squealed. "Why don't you call him?" "He is busy guys, with sports and all." "True. Maybe we could plan a triple date," said Lexie. Alissa wanted to faint when she heard that, how much more of Aron could she face. Should she just come clean to her friends and tell them everything but that would only make her stalker. Her mind buzzed with questions.

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

“Y you don’t get it. Even if I talk, it won’t stop them. They’re everywhere. Every move you make “ Ryan cut him off, slamming a fist against the wall inches from his head. “Try us.” The stalker’s lips trembled. For the first time, his bravado faltered. “They… they call themselves The Watchers. I don’t know real names. I don’t even know how many there are. Orders come through encrypted drops. I just… follow.” Jake’s eyes darkened. “And your orders tonight?” The man hesitated, then his gaze slid to Lola again. “To scare her. Break her down. Make her vulnerable. She’s… important to them.”

I had come here to help him—to pull him out of this nightmare before it consumed him entirely. If I did nothing, he would be left with only two terrible fates: either he would be driven to take his own life, or the fear inflicted upon him by the Walkers would eventually kill him in his sleep. And if that wasn’t horrifying enough, there was someone else—his stalker. She was relentless, obsessive, and dangerous, willing to do whatever it took to make sure he belonged to her alone. Her psychotic fixation knew no bounds.

“Okay, spill. What’s really going on in that overthinking brain of yours?” Before I could respond, she snatched my phone off the table and shifted to sit next to me, her eyes gleaming. “Okay, let’s stalk Dino Alessandro,” she said, practically vibrating with excitement. I opened my mouth to protest, but Jessica was already swiping through my I*******m. Dino’s profile popped up first, as I had left it open from earlier. My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly masked my reaction. “I see someone’s already doing the stalking,” she teased, raising an eyebrow and grinning. “Caught red-handed.”

“You need to chill, Ayesha. It’s fine now. The gifts and notes stopped weeks ago, which means they probably didn’t mean any real harm in the first place.” She let out a long, dramatic sigh and shook her head like I was some naive little kid. “That’s not how it works, Willow. Stalkers don’t just… stop because you added a better lock. This person, he or she is clearly obsessed with you. Don’t you see how dangerous that is? You watch the same true-crime documentaries I do. This is how it always starts.”