Obsessive Stalker Novels & Stories

Jes lowered her head again, walking slowly toward Adam. In the room there was only one long sofa, so Jes was forced to sit on the one sofa with Adam. She sat at the very end, while Adam had been sitting at the very end. They were like strangers sitting in the waiting chairs of the hospital. Adam prepared a steak with black paper sauce complete with salad, Jes' favorite food. He understood very well, years of stalking Jes. Installing hundreds of surveillance cameras around Jes, makes him understand and know exactly what Jes likes and dislikes.

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

He was jealous of them. How could he get rid of these feelings? For one thing, stalking her kind of helped. He drove over to her neighbourhood early in the morning, arriving at her house right at 5:00 a.m. Waiting in his car for over three hours since then, outside the entrance he watched the community’s gate from the window of his car. Wang Yi-An lived in a smaller community, almost like a townhouse community sort of place, the houses there were inexpensive, small and crowded, but it was home for Wang Yi-An.

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

She belives whether the person is terrorist ,enemy or criminal , a doctor only sees that person as a patient. she was about to touch the man , a big hand with handkerchief came in front of her nose.Very toxic smell came from the handkerchief that made her unconsious .When she became unconsious , a pair of warm arm snaked around her body protectively and kissed her forehead.After that the man carried Luna inside his car and left for his villa.

A moment too long perhaps. The vibration of my phone in my purse is what gets my attention. Clearing my throat, I fish out the device, immediately opening my messages. The notification is from Kate, and she’s attached a link to her text that reads: ‘You need to see this! Like now!’ I click the link and it leads me directly to the page of my very obsessive stalker whose only life purpose is to put me down.

I murmur, still avoiding her face. “You didn’t have too.” She playfully smacks my arm. “Of course it was good, he isn’t the mafia playboy for nothing. Too bad that he is also a stalking psychopath.” “Yeah.” I lift my cup to my lips. “Too bad.”

This was what I had been chasing through the rainy streets, what I had been dreaming about while I sat in my car outside his apartment, watching his silhouette through the blinds. The reality of him was heavy, hot, and utterly ruthless. "Oh god, Tim," I choked out, my forehead pressed against the cool, medicinal-smelling mattress. My hips bucked instinctively, trying to meet his brutal rhythm. Every thrust felt like it was recalibrating my nervous system. I wasn't just Ria the stalker anymore; I was Ria, the obsession. I could feel his fingers digging into my hip bones, probably leaving bruises that would last for a week, most especially, bruises I would cherish like trophies.

To watch her. I reminded myself why I couldn’t allow distraction. Marcus’s reports were frustratingly thin. Sightings that led nowhere, grainy photos that revealed nothing, and yet there was a method to the madness that made me nervous. The stalker was deliberate, careful, letting us know he existed without exposing himself fully. Marcus warned me that this psychological strain might be as dangerous as any physical threat. He wasn’t wrong. The way the twins were becoming clingier, the way Stella tensed at every unexpected knock, the way I myself found it impossible to stop scanning the perimeter—it all compounded into a constant pressure.

This was the point of no return. “He has a thing for... well, for breasts and the outside of a woman’s vagina. The labia,” I whispered the last word. “He gets completely fixated. The more you flaunt what you have, the more he’ll be disarmed. He won't be able to think straight. If you can make him forget I even exist, even for a second, I’ll have my answer.” Kim stared at me for a moment, and I braced for her to tell me I was crazy. Instead, she let out a slow, appreciative whistle.