Obsessive Stalker Novels & Stories

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.

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 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.

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

"Mr. Grey's actions demonstrate a prolonged pattern of stalking, intimidation, surveillance, threats and deliberate attempts to isolate the victim from her family and support system." I looked at Zane. For years, he had called his obsession love. But sitting there, listening to the evidence, I finally understood the difference. Love didn't make you afraid. Love didn't trap you. Love didn't punish you for choosing someone else. Love didn't demand ownership. That wasn't love. It was obsession and obsession always came with a price. During the break, I walked outside because I needed air. Ambrose followed me. "You okay?" I nodded. "I think so."

Nikolai For some strange reason, I've been feeling uneasy since I came home. I needed to make an appearance as there were a few deals I needed to sign on. And now, I'm in my office with Ilya, but I feel uneasy. A part of me keeps telling me that I shouldn't have left Adrian alone, I know he was lying to me. He is being watched by someone, it's obvious he has a stalker, and though I already sent Kuzma there, I still feel very uncomfortable.

My fixation, bordering on obsession, strayed into the territory of a voyeuristic stalker. Under normal circumstances, my surveillance of personal assistants was a strictly professional exercise, a bulwark against time wasted on frivolous smartphone activities or any suspicious undertakings that could become a looming threat. This vigilance was born from a bitter experience, a system devised and implemented a year after the birth of my firm.

"Don't! Don't make noises, and Don't panic,'' I warned them. We stood back to back in an attacking position. I was the oldest one here. All three of us were omegas. And I couldn't even shift properly. I wasn't even sure if I could use the pack link or not. " June, Cathy, try to use the pack link and ask for help." "I'm trying already. Seems like we are not in the range anymore," Cathy said. June was already terrified. She was almost trembling. Cathy was on the verge of crying as well. "We can't make it like this," I told them. "You two need to listen and calm down." But nothing was helping. They were getting more and more panicked. The appearances were becoming visible quickly.