Possessive Stalker Romance Books Novels & Stories

I’d just stolen it when she wasn’t looking. Guilt twisted in my gut, but it only made me harder. I zoomed in on her mouth. Imagined it around me. Wet. Warm. Taking me deep until she gagged, eyes watering, still begging for more. I fucked my fist faster, thumb swiping over the head on every upstroke. The slap of skin against skin was loud in the tiny space. I pictured her bent over the bookstore counter after hours. Skirt flipped up. No panties. Me behind her, sliding in slow, feeling her clench around me as she tried to stay quiet so the night security wouldn’t hear.

67 THE WATCHER As I held her, I felt the weight of my emotions shift. This was no longer about possession or control; it was about connection and creation. Anya was my partner in this madness, and together we would create something beautiful—an empire built on desire and darkness. With each kiss, I felt the abyss closing in, but instead of fear, I felt exhilaration. We were no longer alone; we had each other, and in that unity, we would conquer everything that lay before us. In the depths of our madness, we had found solace. In the shadows of our sanctuary, we would build a life that thrived on our darkest desires.

Dominic looks up, but I quickly move away from the window, hoping he didn’t notice me. * After pacing back and forth in the room and crying my eyes out, I take some of the books and head to Dominic’s private library to take them back and grab some more books. I mostly choose books with a lead who destroys her mate and his mistress, so that I can fantasize. The book in my hand lands on the floor with a thud when I notice the movement out of the corner of my eye, followed by Dominic’s scent. “Esther?” “Dominic,” I stalk towards the doors the moment I see him.

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"I… I could… everything…" Lucifer leaned in closer, foreheads together, and his hold on Allistair firm without budging, possessive. "Yes, I know Amor Meus, you could. But not like this. You are alive. Alive, and I am here. And I will hold you… through all of it. Through every pulse, every drop of blood, every scream." The book pulsed violently, responding to both of them, shadows flickering across its pages, whispering destruction. But Lucifer did not falter. He let Allistair tremble against him, allowed the chaos to bleed through, but anchored him with a devotion so complete it bordered on obsession.

She said and went out of the house. She was walking alone in the bright light of street lights. She noticed a shadow was following her. She started to walk fast and that shadow was also walking fast to chase her. She also noticed that there was a cap on the head of the shadow. She changed the ally and stopped there at the corner, waiting for her stalker to turn to that ally. She was already sick of this stalker and because of Adrian she was totally frustrated. She put her hand in her bag in which she was carrying her water bottle. As soon as, that guy turned the ally. She sprayed pepper spray in his eyes.

With trembling hands, Ailee touched Lowly's shoulder, turning the boy's body so that they were facing each other. "Honey, what's wrong with you? What happened?" Lowly remained silent, his face deathly pale. His small eyes looked empty, as if they had lost their light. Ailee turned her gaze in the direction Lowly was staring. There, near the cage, she saw a small wolf standing still, its fur glistening in the moonlight. But that wasn't what made Ailee's body tremble. Next to the wolf, there was the body of a goat lying motionless.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

I went through books in romance section. I found my one and only favourite book, of all time called 'Stolen' by Lucy Christopher. She is an amazing writer. I have read the whole book more than 3 times and here i am reading it again. The book is more like thriller than romance but i love it anyways. I sat on the corner table and read the book. It felt amazing to read the book again. The girl gets kidnapped from an airport, the boy who kidnaps her, in this book is described as a hot guy.

Without a look in her direction, I pressed the automatic lock on my desk and the click of the door had her almost jumping and taking a step away. A predatory smile spread across my face as I watched her choked with fear and anticipation. For a very fragile flower she sure had a lot of deviance in her, good thing my love for breaking deviance is not limited to the idiots that dared to cross. “Closer Isabella,” I ordered and she shifted closer until my nose was clouded with her soft vanilla and Jasmine scent. “Arms on the table.” Her eyes flew to mine, and when she was met with my cold hard gaze, she knew I wasn’t joking.