Romance Books With Stalkers Novels & Stories

she whispered against his chest. He buried his face in her hair. “Kayla’s been stalking me for weeks. Obsessed. She admitted to watching the house, taking photos. I told her it’s over threatened a restraining order if she doesn’t back off.” He pulled back, eyes searching hers. “She deleted the photos in front of me. Swore it’s done.” Emma swallowed. “You believe her?” His grip tightened. “Doesn’t matter. If she tries anything else, I’ll bury her.” His voice dropped, rough with emotion. “Seeing that photo knowing she saw you like that it fucking kills me.”

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

It was evident that the rose had been cut. It had the smell of rain and metal on it, just as it did in the funeral home. That’s when I saw it: the faint sign on the edge of the message. "No ink. No water." Blood. But for the first time, I realized what I had been afraid to acknowledge. Whoever my stalker was… he actually knew me. He had been living in this A/N: Chapter 1 to 5 might seem a little bit slow vut just trust the process, it gets way hotter from 6...

He lay vertical on the bed, his damp hair staining my white pillowcase, and I was sitting crossed-leg, facing him, studying the soft flush on his cheeks as he chewed on his roll. "We can't run away anymore," I said, finishing my breakfast. "VOGUE is already here." The weird bubble in my stomach appears again, the same warm feeling I felt when Lucas told me about his mother, when we were planning about our security and staff. It was the casualty of it that made me uneasy. Thankfully, my door bursts open, actually making me reconsider to elope instead. "It's already pas—" Chase stops short as he sees Lucas and I in bed together. His eyes grew in surprise and immediately narrowed in suspicion.

He wouldn’t, would he? “The book that he gave me, he said it’s dark romance and I would like it, but there’s no romance. It’s only dark” she started. “Who does that? He stalked her for years and she finally agreed to have a date. But just before they could get intimate, she died because of mould infestation in her apartment. That’s the most rubbish ending I’ve ever read. I didn’t sleep for two days to finish that book, Steffan,” she explained in between sobs while still buried on my chest. “Oh honey,” I let out a breath while hugging her tighter. “Oh honey, you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought something happened to you,” I rubbed her back while kissing her head trying to calm her dow

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

The same man whom I could've sworn I disliked. I'm officially losing my mind. Marcellus watches me from his chair, his gaze unwavering. "Stop staring," I mutter, grabbing the wine bottle to pour myself a glass. "You're making it weird." "This is very romantic," he says. I shoot him a glare, but it lacks its usual intensity. "This is lesson one. Normal dates don't involve stalking or revenge plots. They involve actual conversation. Getting to know each other." He raises an eyebrow. "And you're teaching me?"

“Back to the penthouse. We need to pick up Rosella. She'll be useful in tracking down Rael.” Lucien nods from the front seat, and Roman makes a sharp turn, heading back to the penthouse. As soon as we arrive, I stride straight to the Ivory Suite and push the door open. The moment I step inside, I hear it—loud, desperate moans drifting from the bedroom. My heart skips a beat. What the fuck... is this whore actually fucking someone in my house? Could it be one of my own guards? Or... no... Those moans..... Zee? Wait... she's a lesbian too?

I reprimanded her as I gave her cereal back and got up to fix myself something to eat. “Heyyyy, who's this guy anyway?” Darcy asked, following me into the kitchen. I thought about her question for a while and shrugged, because apart from the fact that he told me his name was Marcello, I didn't know a thing about him. Well, except that he kills my lovers for fun, he's possessive and most likely obsessed, and he might also be a stalker. But those are not the kind of things you tell your friend, especially one with no filter like Darcy.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]