Romance Books With Stalkers Novels & Stories

Because I’m not sure how much longer I can play this game without burning the whole damn world down just to have her fully. To keep her. To own her. Ariana's POV Campus was quieter today, but that didn't make it any less intimidating. I hugged my books to my chest, the morning sun already warm on my skin as I walked toward the literature hall. My body still ached from last night from Roman. The memories haunted me in waves: the feel of his lips on my neck, the way his hands claimed every inch of me like I was already his. Maybe I was.

"Adrien, listen to me" "I saw you yesterday. At that restaurant. Apex celebration or something. I don't even know why I was there. Following you, I guess. Like a pathetic stalker." He laughed again. "And I saw you. Through the window. Laughing at something Victor said. Looking at him the way you used to look at me. And I realized you moved on. You chose him. And I'm just here. Alone. Drunk. Calling my ex at 2 AM like the loser I've become." "That's not true. None of that is true"

My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my ears, in the pulse between my legs where his fingers were stretching me. This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong. He’s dangerous. He’s a stalker. I should be fighting him, not… not this. But my body betrayed me. My walls clenched greedily around his thick fingers, slick and hot, pulling him deeper. My thighs trembled violently as I tried, and failed. to close them. His leg kept them spread wide, forcing me to take every slow, deliberate thrust. “Rian… please…” My voice cracked. I wasn’t sure if I was begging him to stop or to keep going. My mind was spinning, thoughts fracturing. Shame burned through me, but it only made me wetter.

*** The morning of the third day starts the same as the last two – a slow, passion-filled merging of our bodies followed by a hot bath, then food. We have just finished cleaning up breakfast dishes when my cell phone chirps. I walk over and pick it up, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. Call me. STAT. – Pete With a knot of dread forming in my gut, I dial Pete’s number. “Boss,” he says as soon as he picks up the phone, “Brielle doesn’t have a stalker. She has two.” Brielle I watch, concerned, as some of the color leeches from Allen’s face and he grips the end of the counter for support.

I walked closer to Rowan, but he stepped back, fuming, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. My eyes started to water. “I went out with Mia and Lyra, and I, erm, I started to…” I tried to recollect everything, but it only came back to me in fragments. Rowan walked toward me with an energy that made my knees nearly buckle. I backed away, but the wall stopped me. Then his hand gripped my neck. “I know this marriage is a sham, but I made myself very clear the moment I started fucking you. You’re mine. No one else is allowed to come within close range. So what did you do? Got yourself a secret boyfriend?”

Away from the house. Away from Matteo. Black Mailed (My Stalker’s Play Thing) Pt 6 Chapter 6 I stand in the centre of the living room, my silk robe clinging to my curves, the fabric so thin it does little to hide the flush creeping up my chest. My breath comes in sharp, uneven bursts, my fingers curled into fists at my sides. My stalker is in front of me, standing tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair tousled as if he’s been running his hands through it. He watches me with a smirk that makes my stomach twist.

Chapter 14: Stacks and Sin Cassandra’s POV “Alexander, someone could walk down this aisle any second,” I whispered urgently, my back pressed against the tall library shelves in the dimly lit basement stacks. My short skirt was already bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He didn’t care. His tall, athletic body pinned me there, one strong hand covering my mouth while the other shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy. His hazel-green eyes burned into mine in the low light.

But, I would prefer it if you read this book with an open mind, knowing that there's a lot to come, knowing that it's called dark romance for a reason. Please, have this in mind before you drop a vile comment. Remember, your mental health and beliefs is of utmost concern and in the same way the characters are humans too, life can be a little tough and rough along the way because we're not all that perfect, so kindly, cut them some slacks while reading. Thank you ❣. Other trigger warnings include: •Stalking, breaking and entering, surveillance. •Graphic Violence and death

Yakuza. It was the Yakuza who grew the most impatient. It was the Yakuza who attacked them first tonight. Marchetti got a tip from Dante Leone that they’d attack in their attempt to snatch the chip from Adrian. The moment I learned about it from Bitter Prince, I came swiftly. Except, it was almost too late for Tatiana. The door to the hospital room slid open and Nikita’s heavy footsteps echoed on the floor. I was surprised he insisted on staying. He hated hospitals with a passion. I figured he felt bad for the woman. It was the first time he witnessed a woman almost dying.

Vaelora Fuck! 'Haunting Adeline' caused all these. It rewired my brain in ways I still don’t understand. And now, I don't know if I love being stalked or if I hated it. Well, if I'm to analyse it.. if I try to be honest with myself I loved the thrill I read from the story when Adeline was being stalked by Zade. The way he watched Adeline, the way his presence was always there, heavy and intoxicating. It made my pulse race. Yet, I hated the fact that her stalker got eery and eery every freaking page I flipped. Like dude, either step into the light or crawl back into whatever shadow you crawled out of.