Obsessive Stalker Novels & Stories

“Who the hell thinks it’s okay to watch someone from the shadows? That’s not affection. That’s obsession. It’s creepy and messed up.” He blinked at me, like I’d spoken in a language he didn’t understand. “I’m not a psycho,” he said slowly, as though he was trying to convince himself as much as me. “Is it wrong that I find you pretty?” “Finding me pretty and stalking me are two very different things,” I said, my voice cold enough to cut glass. “Now let go. I don’t have time for this nonsense I’m going home.” I wrenched free and shoved past him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how badly my hands were shaking. My arm throbbed where he’d gripped it too tightly, the bruises alread

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.

"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.

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

he growled, “ I told you to leave!” My eyes narrowed on her features, at her hands reaching for him as the sudden realization crossed my mind. She was obsessed with him. Oh good lord, the stupid boy dated his stalker. A real life crazy fan turned ex stalker. I’ve had a run in with a few Shootingstars that is Justin Star’s loyal fan base, and they were plainly putting, inhumane savage beings. “We can fix it! Fix us!” she cried out. “Are you deaf?” I was wondering the same thing.

"Just be ready for him to escalate, if she has a man living with her. This could become dangerous for them both." Honey stared at her for a moment, then looked at Grayson with an expression that said she hadn't expected that outcome. "She's right," Nate said. "Stalkers follow patterns. They fixate because they believe they have a claim on their target. You disrupt that belief, introduce a credible alternative, and most of them recalibrate. Either they redirect the obsession or they escalate." Nate hadn't seen Trish as a stalker until that moment. But Prue was right.

“All of which I could forgive if you didn’t set me up with an anorexic Mexican who believes he is a fictional character; ruining one of my favorite romance novels with the experience! Now you won’t have to worry about the big city swallowing my midget body whole, since the proper schizophrenic you gave my personal information is stalking me!” I stamp my foot with a sharp intake of breath. “He’s a stalker, Nicky! You know how I feel about stalkers! They are up there with being late, daisies and Hitler! ” I heave in a shaky breath, battling down the panic.

Rose set this date up to loosen me up and make me happy; Instead, it added to every bad thing already happening to me. “Aww…” I screeched as I bumped into someone who immediately stood in my path. “How fucking blind are yo—“ My words went back into my throat immediately as I looked up at him. My stalker was staring at me, his brows furrowed, and fists folded. “You gave me a week; you said I was free for we—“

He smirked leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, putting his legs on the table like he owned the place “well if it isn't my little ass-kicking warrior.” I let out a short amused snort, folding my arms across my chest. I could play this game better than he could and I was not going to let him scare me. There were a dozen kids behind the door all I had to do was scream and believe me when I say, I’m a screamer. "I'm not your anything, thief," I retorted emphasizing the term of possession. This is how it all begins I tell you. I had watched enough crime shows to know stalkers always think they own their prey. I had to make that point clear. I'll be damned if I was connected to that

Pfft, Roy wouldn't hurt a fly, never in a million years would I even think it was Roy. "Ok then." Why does it even have to be from my personal life? It could be someone else stalking me too, to gain access to stalking you. Or maybe Stenz could be an evil mastermind, sitting somewhere with a glass of iced Takila in a really dark and beautifully decorated room, but you wouldn't notice the beauty of the room because, you know, it's dark. And he has some kind of screen watching your every move. He is probably sending one of his best-camouflaged minions to do the filthy dirty work for him.