Romance Books With Stalkers Novels & Stories

I walked to a place where I can be alone so I could attend the call peacefully. After coming back I felt a burning lava inside me as I witnessed my wife in the arms of another man. I don't know who that guy was but I know one thing he's so dead. Without thinking twice I took fast steps towards them and snatching the tray of glasses from servant I smashed it on his head. Luciana Pov. Damon: Fucking touch her again and I will tell you what I can do to you. Damon seethed before grabbing his collar and started to punch the guy mercilessly. That guy wasn't protesting. He was taking Damon's beating without doing anything.

I sat down and bent my head stamping my foot on the ground. "When I get home, I will surely kill Steven." I kept mumbling. I felt a warm hand touched me. When I raised my head up, I saw a handsome guy staring at me with a smile on his face.

She asked, teasingly holding the book up for Marcus to see. His reaction was instantaneous. Golden eyes widened in recognition, and a hint of embarrassment crossed his features, tinting his cheeks red. "Ah. That one. It's a bit different from the others." “Clearly!” Intrigued, Vivienne turned the book over to read the summary. As she scanned the words, her eyes widened in disbelief. "A mafia romance?" she exclaimed. "And it's about a woman who was kidnapped for a year?"

She asked. "Quite right." I affirmed, finding no point is denying it. "You have been stalking me" she accused and I furrowed my brows slightly. "Stalking you? You have a way of making my sweetest actions seem like the actions of a jerk. I was only watching over you, Peaches." "Why, ugh? Why?" She moved a step closer to me in a daring manner and it made my lips curl up with a small smirk. Her getting closer to me was quickly become my new fucking favourite thing.

“All of which I could forgive if you didn’t set me up with an anorexic Mexican who believes he is a fictional character; ruining one of my favorite romance novels with the experience! Now you won’t have to worry about the big city swallowing my midget body whole, since the proper schizophrenic you gave my personal information is stalking me!” I stamp my foot with a sharp intake of breath. “He’s a stalker, Nicky! You know how I feel about stalkers! They are up there with being late, daisies and Hitler! ” I heave in a shaky breath, battling down the panic.

I found myself wondering what Roman looked like beneath all those expensive suits. Then I mentally slapped myself. I accidentally smacked my forehead in real life, too. "Ouch." I rubbed the spot immediately. "Get your head straight, Celeste." I had a company hanging by a thread. A lawsuit and a revenge plan to execute. The last thing I should be thinking about was Roman Evercrest. The water eventually stopped running. I stiffened. The bathroom door opened, footsteps followed. Then something soft landed on the bed. A towel? A shirt?

It made our days so much better, knowing the other person was so close by. "Luce. He is a vampire. He fed on you. That doesn't even begin to cover how strange he already is. Now add that last little fact and you might just have a full blown stalker on your hands" She raised her eyebrows at me, in that way that only Mika could. I nodded absently and lit another cigarette, my nerves frayed. "But the sex was just so fucking good," I groaned, letting my head fall back against the bricks. I hadn't even done my hair yet. Or got out of my pajamas, and here Mikaela stood looking absolutely stunning for work.

The stalker, the one who had haunted her nightmares and pursued her relentlessly, was none other than Tony. The revelation paralyzed her with terror, the weight of the situation sinking in. Trapped in the clutches of a delusional stalker, Bella's mind raced with the grim understanding that her ordeal had taken an even darker turn. The air hung heavy with a chilling sense of dread, as the relentless nightmare seemed to unfold with no respite in sight.

***Sensual Sounds.**** I can’t think straight now. I don’t know whether what I did and said there was mature or childish. Do I really hate him? I ask myself as I race up the stairs of our dormitory. My heart picks up race too, slamming against the walls of my chest. The man who stole my first kiss kissed me again. The man in my wet dreams has countless times said that I belong to him. The man who happens to be a mafia…a Russian mafia just admitted he's been stalking me. I can’t believe this. That means he was the one that was watching me all those while.

I shuddered as he pulled me closer, his fingers threading through my hair. His touch burned, but it wasn’t the heat of love. It was the heat of domination. Of control. I didn’t want to admit it—but I felt something stir inside me, something that made my skin crawl and my chest tighten. It wasn’t just fear. It was something darker. Something terrifying.