Obsessive Stalker Novels & Stories

There was a computer on next to the doll with a letter half written, the note was addressed to me and had the same tone as all the others but the end was very revealing: “We are going to be together whatever happens and the stupid one of Isaac will not be able to separate us " I felt like I was going to pass out and grabbed a chair to keep from falling. Isaac was always right, Ezra was my stalker! How could I distrust him? Why did I ignore their warnings? My hand started to shake but it was too late to back down, I grabbed the sheet and threw it to the floor with one pull, the wall was exposed and I was speechless when I saw that it was full of photos of me, without realizing I had been phot

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Everyone else stares at her like she just confessed to murder. That’s not creepy at all. A shiver honestly runs down my back. “You do realize that’s called stalking?” I ask, unsettled by how unapologetic she looks. “I did nothing wrong. I could’ve been waiting for someone at the curb,” she replies smugly. “You literally admitted you saw me walk in and decided to wait outside just to spy on me. That’s not waiting. That’s obsession and it’s kind of wrong, not to mention creepy as fuck.”

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

But Rosie, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do to stalk a guy. “What are you doing?” Sierra asked in confusion as Rosie began typing furiously. “Opening I*******m, Twitter, and F******k. What’s his full name? “…Colton Anderson,” “Okay, I’m searching… and I’ll limit the search to Colton Andersons in the Tri-State area and to those under 30…” Sierra leaned closer to Rosie’s phone screen and watched. It only took a few seconds before the result came out. The search result from Twitter came back 0, so did F******k, and I*******m.

Kim stammered while explaining. " It's your fault she stayed up all night. If you had come back home early for once or behaved like a normal human being would have behaved none of this would have happened. Make sure that nothing happens to her or else you will hear it for me and that's a promise" an old lady walked out for my room glaring at him angrily.

But my hands shake as I trace the edge of one photo, remembering the way his eyes looked right through me tonight. "I'm such an idiot," I whisper to my reflection in the dark window. "Such a pathetic, invisible idiot." My phone buzzes with a notification someone tagged me in a social media post. My blood turns to ice as I open the app and see what awaits me. It's a video from tonight, shot by someone in the stadium tunnel. The caption reads: "Creepy Omega stalker caught spying on hockey gods! #StalklerAlert #OmegaProblems #Pathetic"

“A man with potential involvement with the Russian Mafia is a man named Donte Abruzzi. He’s young and very wealthy, and he’s the head of Indigo Limited, so he’s bound to know about all of the shady operations that go on in Manhattan. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of evidence hidden away in that massive building,” Phillip muttered. “Remember your fucking training. Take whatever means necessary to get the information we need, even if it means you have to seduce him. Bastards like him think with their dick. They have no fucking respect for women.”

“What do you mean?” “I mean…” He dragged a hand through his hair. “It’s too perfect. You, me, him… this life. It’s everything I wanted, but I keep thinking Layla’s going to do something to ruin it.” Alli's stomach turned. The name alone made her blood go cold. “She hasn't contacted me again,” Alli said, voice low. “Not directly.” “No, but she’s around. Watching. Finding ways to get close without breaking the restraining order. That’s why I can’t relax.”