Obsessive Stalker Novels & Stories

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

I asked for confirmation of my thought, my whole body was uncontrollably shaking. He looked at me, heaved a deep sigh. He seemed to have calmed down. He held my wrists, removing my hands from his face. "You know I've always been stalking you?" He asked rhetorically. "And, I know your stupid plan." He smirked playfully. "Are you crazy?" I hollered in a partial astonishment. I kind of knew that Justin was stalking me so it wasn't much of a big deal to me again but I had to show my disagreement even when I knew that it didn't matter to Justin.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

"Oh that lady. She came here and told me she sender she was being followed. She requested for help and told me she needed to leave this neighborhood immediately. I agreed as I could see the terror and feat in her eyes. But why are you stalking her if I may ask? I don't think she needs men like you. She's a gentle woman who needs a meek man. Both of you had better scram before I call the police. She had escaped so you have to give up on following her." The clerk explained and looked at them in a disdainful manner. He humped loudly and turned to continue his job. Lorenzo turned to look at Batista and both of them didn't know if they should cry or laugh. Barista drew Lorenzo closer and they hea

Jesus, get it together care. I put my hand up to block my face but it’s too late; he’s staring directly at me. His brow goes sky high and he plops down in the seat she vacated as Dillon takes the one on the other side. “You keep turning up wherever I go. You stalking me?”

My mother spoke with uncertainty while stepping away from Alexander towards me and reached for my arm in a desperate attempt to ground me to dispel the nightmare. A female officer extracted a folder from her files and opened it to display a photograph. “Do you recognize this man? ” My stomach twisted violently. The identity of the individual matched his. The janitor. The identical man who had trapped me with his nauseating smile waved the flash drive before my eyes. The individual who menaced me with destruction through the sex tape unless I paid his demands. Alexander became rigid next to me. His face showed no emotion yet I sensed the atmospheric change around him—a dangerous shift and sud

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

Not because he wanted to, but because resistance felt impossible. --- The threats escalated. Pictures kept coming. One showed Adrian asleep on the couch, the angle from outside the window. Another showed Evan’s hand possessively low on Adrian’s back as they crossed the street. The stalker wasn’t just close. They were inside their lives. Evan’s obsession sharpened into mania. He tore apart cameras in their building, demanded security footage from nearby shops, followed shadows until two in the morning. When Adrian asked him if he was sleeping, Evan just laughed—low and unhinged.

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.

“ What do you mean by a knock off nerd even?” “ I'm not adverse to dating nerds because they can be cute but he's case was more of a ripoff. He was a cheapskate, anything but intelligent and he was obsessive. Not the kind of obsessive you're thinking, I'm talking about stalker obsessive,” her face creased in disgust. “ Ouff,” I exclaimed already imagining the horrors. “ Just thinking about it makes me feel like I've aged an extra ten years in just a millisecond,” she pinched her nose bridge.