Romance Books With Stalkers Novels & Stories

"One, I will find out that this super fan of mine is a girl and she's the girl I fell in love with long time ago, second, she'll remain my super fan but will stop stalking me because she got tired of me, third, she'll start to hate me and start to bash me while me realized that I fell in love with her, fourth, I'll stop writing stories and isolate myself then found comfort in her in person not in social media and lastly, fifth, I'll find out who my stalker is and found out the she's the one I stalk in person. What do you think?" I smirked. "Thank you, I've take note all of it." "I also have suggestion on mine." said Sandstorm. I nod. "First, the stalker I have will be my best friend, second,

He doesn't believe in true love and relationships, for him a no-strings-attached fling is the way of life. What happens when Ralph hosts a campus interview at one of London's leading Technical Colleges and meets the stunning twenty-year-old innocent Raven Porterfield? His world turns upside down as he gets very attracted to her. He recruits her as a trainee in his company. However, he soon learns that Raven has a boyfriend and is a very dedicated and good girl. She doesn't trust the likes of Ralph at all and is determined to remain true to her boyfriend. Will Ralph forget Raven? Or will this new feeling turn into an obsession for him? What will Ralph do to get Raven? Read on to find out in t

“All this time. At the nightclub…. You planned it.” He took slow steps closer, arms still crossed over his chest, head tilted. “You’ve been stalking me.” I let out in a checked sound, chest burning. “I wouldn’t call that stalking if I were you.” He finally spoke, voice terrifyingly calm. “Let’s just say I was….I was keeping an eye on you.” I stepped back, clutching the picture to my chest. “You call that ‘keeping an eye on me’?” My words came out louder and bolder than I felt right now. “Tell that to the cops when you’re locked up in jail.”

“Has Liam ever made you feel either of those things?” I shake my head without hesitation. “I know what I’m doing is wrong and fucked up, but it’s as if my body is demanding one thing and my heart is slowly giving in to that desire. I shouldn’t even be thinking of the notion of choosing between my fiancé and my stalker because the right answer is staring me in the face, but it’s not what I want.” “What do you want, Pae?” Raya asks, her voice gentle.

I collapsed onto the bed and sighed heavily, “I know.” “No, Iliana. That’s like...premium dark romance material,” she yelped, “Are you hearing yourself? Your stalker is tall, hot, dangerous, and…” she lifted the box in the air “...feral for you? That’s like the whole package a girl can ever dream for.” I stared at her in bafflement, “Are you even listening to yourself, Thea? He is a really dangerous man. He fucking tortured a living being.”

I stood up and walked to the window again, staring out into the night. The city seemed quiet, almost too quiet. And even though I couldn’t see him, I knew he was out there. Somewhere. Watching. 10 MARIANA The next day, the feeling of being watched still clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Even at the bookshop, where I normally felt safe, I found myself glancing over my shoulder constantly, waiting for something to happen.

I write dark romance stories that my readers seems to love and my first stalker romance story made waves in the book community as fans raved on about it becoming obsessed with the characters that the novel which was meant to be a standalone became a series because of how well loved it was. But of course some critics went hard on the concept of the book, criticizing my work and a part of me knew some of them were paid by Anacostia since she has tendencies of going into some kind of jealousy spiral on her page during my book releases. She always has something nasty to say stirring shit up! But am used to condescending women like her, and I really do not care since my readers love my stalker ro

“So, is that it? You realized he’s not the guy you thought?” I hesitate, trying to put it into words. “It’s more complicated. Things were great... until I got a stalker,” I admit, and almost immediately someone squeals from across the room. “Oh my God! Like a real stalker? Is he hot?” A bubbly woman plops down in a chair, her eyes wide with excitement. “That’s Lilly,” Sasha explains with a laugh. “She loves her romance novels. Not all stalkers are dreamboat types, Lilly!” she teases.

~ELYSIA~ As I unpacked my meager belongings, I hummed softly to myself, feeling a sense of belonging. The books in the room whispered to me, a silent army of companions, ready to whisk me away to worlds where love didn't come with strings attached and danger didn't lurk in every shadow.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?