Obsessive Stalker Novels & Stories

He set a deep, relentless pace, using the collar as a handle. “Eyes on the screens,” he grunted, his hips pumping. Sloane’s blurred vision focused on the triptych of her life. Her past misery. Her present, exposed ecstasy. Her future, quantified in ever-climbing numbers. The humiliation was a live wire in her gut, but beneath it, coiling tight, was a terrifying arousal. She was on her knees for the man who owned her, watching her own sale, and her body was betraying her, growing wet, aching.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Obsession is the most dangerous muse. Tonight’s confession is about a brilliant but deeply disturbed artist who found his perfect living canvas online. What started as distant admiration became kidnapping, captivity, and the most intimate, twisted form of artistic possession. This one is dark, psychological, and intensely erotic. Here is the confession of “Stalker’s Muse.” --- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse**

Then, while staring into the darkness, he added, "It's a tracking agent." I froze. What? He turned directly toward me. "They marked you." My heart suddenly sank. "W-What does that mean?" Silence followed. Then he slowly stepped closer. "It means they can find you." My entire body turned cold. No. But why? My head felt like it was about to explode! What could I possibly possess that would make an ancient organization like them hunt me? Before I could say anything... Gabriel gently lifted his hand and cupped my cheek. "I won't let that happen."

“I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix this. The leaks, the stocks, Aries… it all happened in one day, Stein. One day. Like someone planned it.” My stomach tightened. “You think someone planned it?” “I know it sounds paranoid.” He dropped his hands. “But the timing? The camera in my office, then this? Someone's been watching me and documenting everything. And now they're tearing my life apart, piece by piece.” He looked at me, and I held his gaze. “What if they don't stop? What if tomorrow there's more? What if they go after the company next, not just the stock price, but the infrastructure and the accounts? What —”

“Yes, of course” “You don’t look good. What happened to you?” “My province’s problem coming back at me” “What kind of problem is that?” “Obsessed person? I think” “Obsessed at you? Like how?” “Uhhh, he can do everything to follow me? He is one-of-a-kind stalker if you will ask me” “Like what?!” BACKSTORY:

“I thought stalkers, well, stalked people they found attractive. Watched them undress, got closer to them…” He chuckles, leaning against the desk as he looks at me. “There are different types of stalkers, little birdie. Sure, there are those who fixate on someone they want, someone they crave. It could be just from a glance, a fleeting moment of desire, and they become obsessed, needing to see that person in every vulnerable moment.”

Glancing up from his file, I asked, "Would you like to tell me what brought you here today, Mr. Aiden?" "I think I have obsessive-compulsive disorder," he admits. "Oh wow. That must have been tough for you to admit." He nods, "Believe me, Doc. It is." I scribbled down this newfound information about my patient in his file. "What kind of obsession do you have?" I asked. "Is it towards an object or—" "It's towards a person," he interrupts. I quirked my brow. "A person? Could you kindly elaborate in detail?"

There's a picture of mine that holding my phone and talking to someone, it's when I'm calling Emerald. Is my stalker obsess with me? I don't want to assume but why is he doing this, knowing that he can't get anything from me aside from humiliation. I'm such a trash... He should stop his crazy stalking. I pick up his note for me. "I CAN'T RELAX WHEN I DON'T SEE YOU BABY... I COULD TELL I'M OBSESS." He's leaving a letter that's not a help to find him. It's frustrating me that I don't even know a single thing to him as much as he do to me. I know that he know so much about now.

“Deke has some pals at the FBI who have studied copies of the photos the sick bastard has been leaving you and the pattern of his behavior.” Deke gripped his mug of coffee and leaned across the little table, a formidable presence even in the large, airy room. Morgan found herself holding her breath, hoping that he knew something, anything, to help catch her personal Norman Bates before he became a full-fledged Psycho. “Your stalker is likely a man somewhere between the age of twenty and forty-five. He’s someone you know. His behavior…he functions like an intimate-partner stalker, someone who is a little obsessed and can’t let go.”

“ It’s not stupid “ said Conan displaying his uncomfortable knack of understanding the psychopaths “ you are right when you say that Anna has no connection to Jacob now , but she did have a relationship with him before . Its a perfect strategy to terrify your opponent until they retreat , this person not only has some crazy infatuation regarding Jacob , they also have a streak to hurt and relish in the pain of others - in simpler words the stalker is a sadist . She doesn’t only wants Bella to give up on Jacob , but she also wants to terrify and cause harm to her victim as much as she can ,if I’m not wrong , she must be using this as a form of stress reliever “ Seth looked at him with an inc