Romance Books With Stalkers Novels & Stories

But what drew me most to this garden was the abundance of rose bushes, all in various colors—pink, yellow, blue, and red. They were all so beautiful I couldn’t stop admiring them. I plucked one and brought it to my nose. The scent took me back to my dream of that boy with heterochromia eyes, and I smiled, missing him already. Would he appear again in my dream? Would he still smile at me like before? Would he— “What are you doing here?” I startled at the sudden intrusion and snapped my eyes open to see Lorenzo glaring at me. He had his hand wrapped around my wrist, and I could feel his wrath in waves.

I continued, softer now, almost conversational, “I can think of a few names that would fit you perfectly.” Her chest rose and fell faster than before, breath shallow, uneven. The silence stretched tight between us, humming with something unnamed—something dangerous. Not touch. Not yet. Just presence. Just pressure. Fuck—I could practically taste her arousal from across the room. I’d torn through a good chunk of the book she’d been reading the other night. Tragedies of True Hearts. Filthy. Twisted. The kind of story people pretended to hate while secretly devouring every page. A girl caught between a stalker and his brother—meant to choose, only to be claimed by both instead.

She was strictly off-limits. I groaned again, rubbing my hands over my face in frustration. I shouldn't even be thinking about her in such a filthy manner. It was wrong. It was completely forbidden. But ever since I came back home from school, I couldn't help but feel more and more drawn to her every single day. I desperately wanted to know how she felt under my touch. I wanted to know how she sounded when she lost control. I wanted to know exactly how she tasted. I told myself that maybe—just maybe—if I could find the answers to all these questions just once, I would finally stop having all these crazy, toxic fantasies about her. Otherwise, I was going to end up dying with these wild fantas

She bowed her head and picked up her book again “Something like this would have been totally cool in the fictional world.” “I still need more details about him, though. Don’t try to escape it.” She folded her legs; I knew she wouldn’t let me off that easily. G was a helpless dark romance reader; her excitement when she heard I had a stalker that looked like he was a descendant of Hercules himself was priceless. She loved me, I knew that, but her being a reader, I expected this already. I hit my forehead with my hand tiredly. “I have a stalker, Gianna. This isn’t books; this is real life.”

My head whirls down the dark aisle, rows of books standing like silent witnesses. “Girlie.” My heart leaps into my throat. I throw the books from my hands, fists balled in panic, and whirl around. Only to come face to face with Sam. “Gods,” I exhale, relief washing over me like warm water. “My heart is going to give out.” “You were gone forever,” Sam says, stepping closer. “We thought your… stalker might’ve gotten to you.”

I kissed her one more time and caresses her arm softly. I didn't want to know, I actually like where we are at that moment. I didn't want any complications with what we have. I know I like her to the point that I was willing to see past her issues, thinking as long as she's not a stalker then I'm good. Lighting never strikes twice in one place. I'm a famous author, but I never think of myself as too famous that I'd have another stalker lover in my life. One was enough, one was a big mistake.

Nina stood frozen, heart racing, one terrible truth settling deep in her bones: Men like Dante Moretti didn’t knock on doors by accident. And once they entered your life,they didn’t leave quietly.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

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“This better be important or you’re sucking my dick tonight.” “Gladly. If you’re willing to lose your dick.” I retort. He grimaces. “A joke dude. Learn to distinguish jokes from threats.” I ignore him when I catch sight of someone in the crowd. I can’t believe my eyes. It’s actually her. My eyes narrow. She’s not alone. Who’s the bastard with his arm around her? Dom notices my visible change in demeanor and looks at the crowd too. “See something you fancy?” “Ooh she is pretty and she’s with someone just as pretty too.”