Romance Books With Stalkers Novels & Stories

'From murderer to stalker, isn't it an inverted process? ' Shouldn't be stalking first before killing? ' _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER TWENTY- EIGHT ~

I'd rather sleep with this handsome stranger, lose my dreamed first night, and end myself in a scandal than marry that man. "Aren't you going to..." The man before me spoke and paused, making his remaining words known by tilting his head to one side in question. I gulped hard suddenly realizing how I had strayed just staring at his sexiness I never knew would tingle my body. I don't know why. Was it because I had never let any man have me that made my body tingle this much, that made me shiver just staring at him? I remember, sometimes, Emily would be shocked at how I made it through four boyfriends without doing it.

“You came here for a story, and instead, you found a sexy werewolf soap opera. Good job.” I glanced down at the old book I’d found—the one filled with legends and dark tales of Blackthorn Ridge. It was still lying open on the table, the pages worn and yellowed with age. My eyes skimmed over the words, searching for something I might have missed, but the stories were all the same: packs of wolves, rituals, blood magic. All things that felt a little too close to what Lucian had warned me about.

My steps took a very slow pace as my finger rode through those books as though I was checking for my favorite book. Just like she sneaked out of my embrace, she also cowered out of my sight as soon as the free period started. Ever since I have been stalking her. I couldn't believe I stalk her until I got stuck in this murky place where I hate to stay the most. The smell of books was too toxic and unpleasant to me. I wonder why students found these dense books lodge a pleasant place fit to stay. I loathe myself for coming here and detest it more that I couldn't leave here just as I wanted.

“There must be something we can do. We need to sit down and make Jane aware of what is going on. Rhonda has gone to another level by getting your phone number and sending you all these messages. This is bordering on stalker. It is never good to have a stalker. They are unpredictable and can be very dangerous.” His moist lips hover over my bare shoulder, while his warm breath cascades along my sensitive skin. Goosebumps explode across my body. In a deep, husky voice, he says, “Turn my phone off. I’m not done savoring you. I need another round, and I’m not letting that crazy witch ruin tonight for me.” His plumps lips clamp onto my shoulder, ravaging it, while his thumb rubs over my h

I pushed myself off the floor, my face burning with shame and frustration. Then I stumbled across the room, threw myself face-down onto my bed, and stared up at the ceiling. My breathing was fast and shallow. The ache between my thighs wasn't going away; it was throbbing, demanding attention, completely overriding any sense of logic left in my brain. Slowly, almost against my own will, my hand slid down my stomach. I slipped my fingers beneath the hem of my sweater, resting my palm flat against my heated skin. I squeezed my eyes shut, and instantly, it wasn't my own touch I felt—it was Callan's broad hand.

I looked at the floor and quietly replied, “Me.” Damien quickly asked me to explain, so I obliged, “A vampire Prince called Balan has been stalking me and my dreams, he wants me to be his Princess. He sent someone to my home, and the wolves have that one held prisoner, but Balan then sent another vampire called Nathaniel to Tristan's pack to give me a message. Tristan and the other wolves chased Nathaniel through the woods, the wolves were then ambushed, and Tristan almost didn't survive it.”

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

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.

I replied, my eyes brimming with tears, and something darker… pent-up desire. “Do you perhaps want to check out my hotel room?” he asked smoothly, just as I remembered, and I found myself nodding before I could think. “Definitely,” I replied, and I immediately threw myself into his arms, kissing him passionately. It seemed the web of our forbidden affair was far from over, only changed. This time, he was my ex-stepfather. Author's Note: This is the end of One-Night Stand With My Stepfather..