Obsessive Stalker Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.”

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.”

The police were investigating the transaction, hoping it would point them toward the guilty party. Josalyn only considered a select few who might try. From her father, his enemies, a jealous fan belonging to Jake or Gena’s fan clubs, or Gena or one of her people. Each person or group became harder to verify or strike off the list. Time alone will reveal the police’s ability to find the individual. Josalyn didn’t feel better hearing the news, and Jake was right there. It all felt unreal. The police warned them that this was an odd form of stalker behavior, and it wouldn’t bode well if the stalker struck again. Most stalkers did harm others themselves, because they wanted to feel close to thei

The week after the risky office encounter became a tightrope walk over an abyss. Alex tried desperately to regain control of his spiraling life, but Jordan had become an obsession he couldn’t shake. Every spare moment, every excuse, led back to them. The guilt toward Sarah grew heavier with each passing day, yet the thrill of the forbidden only made the sex hotter, more desperate, more addictive.

Running from danger only made me want him more. After Lena’s slip up I knew we could not sit still any longer. John picked me up early the next morning and we drove to a quiet coffee shop on the edge of the city to start digging into the stalker ourselves. “We cannot trust anyone right now,” John said as we sat in a back booth. “Not even my own team. I pulled some old contacts and found out the black car from the other night is registered to a shell company linked to Kane.”

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

I really have a bad feeling about this but at the gulp of a tequila shot, my insecurities sink and I continue to drink irresponsibly— gulping down glass after glass. My eyes are shut while I dance crazily to the music. I scream, throwing my hands in the air and swinging my small waist, indeed I needed this. Blue was right. I cringe when I feel someone behind me, their hands wrapped around my waist. My eyes almost pop out of my sockets when I see Orion. I try to push him off but he doesn't bulge. I look around and Blue is nowhere to be found. "Wh….what are you doing?" I stutter, "are you stalking me?" I scream amidst the loud music and he chuckles.

So yes, it had been also three weeks that I had been thinking about how would I approach that woman, whenever I secretly followed her, in a way that none of us would be dragged into whatever shame or humiliation. For three weeks, I acted as a secret tailgate who used to follow her every step like I was a kind of stalker. I even held my video call meetings while I was on my parked car and covertly looking at her. But I must admit that among all stalkers, I was the incomparable one — a handsome heartthrob who would be treated by women as a secret admirer!