Obsessive Stalker Novels & Stories

“I thought I was going to go crazy. I thought the world was about to end for me. I couldn't move on, so I stalked you, watched you from afar. That night, I followed you from Richard’s house down to the bar. I wasn't supposed to show myself then. I was supposed to wait until after the divorce, but seeing you drown yourself in alcohol, I just couldn't sit back and watch.” I listened to him with all my attention because these were things I never thought I would hear him say. Me rejecting him? Him not moving on? Stalking me? It felt like my brain was going to explode from all the information that has been dumped on me. “But I see it now.” He went down on his knees to wash my legs, and my breath

The officer tells her that it's common for stalkers to be people who know their victims. The officer asks Samantha if she's ever noticed anything strange about Mark before, and she says that she hasn't. He asks her to think about it again, and she says that there is one thing. Mark has always been a bit too interested in her personal life, and he seems to know a lot about her. The officer tells her that this is a common sign of a stalker, and that it's important to be aware of it. He asks her if she's comfortable with him speaking to Mark, and she says that she is.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

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.

“I didn’t know he was my stalker until recently. I never thought he would take it this far. I thought he was just...I don’t know, infatuated or something. I didn’t realize he was dangerous.” “Infatuated?” I repeated, my voice rising in disbelief. I could barely contain the snarl building in my throat. “This isn’t infatuation, Ashton. This is a fucking obsession. He’s been stalking Ashley, tormenting her, and you didn’t think to warn her? To tell anyone?”

She felt bad. A second, the corners of her eyes caught the glimpse of a black shadow. It looked like it was stalking her, not far from the place where she was standing. Qeiza walked slowly to lure the black shadow out of the place it was hiding. That’s absolutely right. A man really walked sneakily behind her. Qeiza kept walking forwards. However, the tails of her eyes continuously watched the stalker’s movements. When their distance was getting closer, Qeiza fastened her walk. Then, like a flash of lightning, she hid behind a tree in a darker area.

she caressed her body with her hands as she demonstrated her feelings. Fatima and Fellicia sat and watched Stella display her foolishness without saying a word to her as she kept talking. "It's been a while now. I can't wait to suck his schlong. I really miss his schlong. The vein in his schlong always makes me go crazy especially whenever it rises up and goes down when I strip in front of me makes me go crazy. Ah! I just can't wait to give him that one Exercise that he would never forget after receiving it from me. I just love his schlong. Oh i just…"

“Don’t be silly, Jake. You’ve been gone for a month and you spring out of God knows where to accuse my fiancée of having an affair with you of all the men in the world?” “She knew all those men when she came to me whenever she was down and hurt by something you did.” “You were always right there in her face, wherever she turned, you were right there waiting to act like the best friend she never needed. Even though she couldn’t see it back then, you were a stalker, an obsessive at that. I knew it from the first time I saw you.” “I know you think I’m wasting my time but if you want to preserve your name and hers as well, you’ll pay me upfront in order not to release the articles and pictures I

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

“The owner… he’s not like the others.” I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “A jerk? An egotistical narcissist?” I half-joked, trying to break the tension. But Chloe didn’t laugh. Instead, she shivered slightly, the smile fading from her face. "He's... odd. And deadly. No one really sees him during the day. He’s a nightwalker." Her voice faltered on the last word. “He’s got a scar across his face. No one knows how he got it, but people say it’s the least dangerous thing about him.”