Romance Books With Stalkers Novels & Stories

I shout, the numbness that surrounded and protected me now starting to crack. “Miss, it doesn’t take a lot to get these kinds of stalkers going. Sometimes it can be something as innocent as a friendly hello, a smile, passing on the street or even seeing your picture somewhere. They build this obsession in their head and this entire fictional world that they believe is real and think you’re aware of. I may not know who is doing this, but I do know it’s not your fault,” asserts the officer. Maybe he’s not entirely desensitized as I thought.

Anthony walked straight along the deserted literature department corridor. His steps were so calm and full of confidence. The smell of old books and dust filled his senses as he turned right towards the storage room. He pressed his palm against the rough surface of the door. His eyes moved to the right, feeling the presence of someone around him. At the count of three, Anthony turned quickly and ambushed his stalker before dragging her into a dusty old storage room. “You should take my words more seriously, Jane.”

But as Dawson drove us back toward his house, I felt the shape of something forming beneath fear. Not romance yet. Not peace. But commitment, the kind that grows quietly, like roots under frozen ground. And I realized, with a strange, trembling certainty, that the stalker had made a fatal mistake. He hadn’t just threatened me. He had woken something in Dawson Lane that had nothing left to lose, except us.

He rubbed his temples, muttering, “Knight Corporation… it’s too close. Too connected. Whoever it is, they’re inside Damon’s world. And that makes them dangerous.” I sat there, trembling, torn between fear and defiance. My heart screamed Damon’s innocence, but the evidence whispered otherwise. And for the first time, I realized — the stalker wasn’t just watching me. They were inside my life, inside Damon’s world, inside everything I thought was safe. . . . Enjoy Reading!!! Let me know what you think of this chapter in the comments!! Thank You..

When I stepped out of the restaurant, the bastard was there, leaning casually against his car with his hands in his pocket. I want to ignore him, but my legs match towards him nonetheless and my hands itch to strangle his neck. ~ DAMIEN ~ There's love at first sight but have you ever heard of anything like, hatred at first sight? Well, I'm living proof. I've never been one to act on impulse before but it all started the moment I saw Anastasia Zhukov, I hated her. More like I hate her but at the same time, I don't hate her.

“You’ve been under a lot of stress. I’m just saying… maybe you’re mixing things up in your head.” I stared at this stranger who wore my best friend’s face. She sighed and gave me a faint smile. “Let’s just hang out this weekend, okay? We’ll talk then. But right now, I’m busy, Shan. And… you really shouldn’t be here.” Something in her tone made my skin crawl. She wasn’t just asking me to leave. She was warning me. But I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kenai is out of prison,” I blurted, in a trembling voice. “He’s pulling strings to make George go to jail. He’s been my stalker all along. I wasn’t crazy, Val!”

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.

“I thought stalkers, well, stalked people they found attractive. Watched them undress, got closer to them…” He chuckles, leaning against the desk as he looks at me. “There are different types of stalkers, little birdie. Sure, there are those who fixate on someone they want, someone they crave. It could be just from a glance, a fleeting moment of desire, and they become obsessed, needing to see that person in every vulnerable moment.”

His hands moved down to my core as he rubbed the surface, erupting a scream from me……as I began to pant and thrash on the bed. I can’t believe am enjoying this,am supposed to be angry,to feel molested, instead am enjoying every bit of it,all thanks to my betrayer body. “Am going to explain everything to you Tomorrow, for now just rest,that’s an order” he said and Immediately I closed my eyes. .. .. 💕 Lady Katherine’s POV 💕 .. ..

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