Stalker Romance Novels & Stories

And little rascal is not here to disturb us. "Quit the stares"Vida said "Well I can't help it.You are exceptionally sexy tonight"I replied and she joined me on the bed I drew her close to me and I kissed her.I made her sit on my lap as we kissed. VIDA He pulled me close to him and we kissed.I was on his laps right now and the kiss was rough and hunger filled and I tried to keep up with him as he explored my mouth.He loosed the lingerie I had on leaving me naked .I ran my hands to his bare back and his hand cupped my breast as he trailed kisses down to in between my breast.He massaged my breast gently as I moaned.

The smile on his face told her that he knew her thoughts were in the gutter. “Yes, even if you did trick me into going tonight. I wish you would tell me where you plan on taking me.” Stacy said with an evil grin. “I have so many ideas on where I would love to take you,” Dimitri said, and his thoughts went to the gutter. “I didn’t mean like that!” She huffed, but gave a slight smile at the thought of him wanting her that way. What the hell was wrong with her? Stacy was a vampire hunter, and here she was drooling over one. As they walked out of the small house, she sighed at the feel of the cool night’s air on her overheated skin. Maybe she needed a jacket?

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

I could feel the eyes of every person in that building turning toward me. It wasn't like the usual stares I got; the ones filled with respect or curiosity. These stares were heavy. They felt like stones being thrown at me. I looked at the photos again. They were swaying gently in the cold breeze of the rink. There was one of Jax laughing while I leaned against his shoulder. There was another of us holding hands in the dark behind the gym. In the bright light of the arena, they looked beautiful and terrible all at once. Our whole life, our whole secret, was dangling from a string like a piece of meat.

Damien stood in the doorway, his hands casually in his pockets, but the stillness in his frame was far from casual. Her fingers tightened around the papers. “What is this? Are you spying on me? Or do you keep detailed dossiers on every woman you decide to ‘save’?” He stepped forward slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on hers. “Those aren’t files. They’re protection.” She laughed, sharp and bitter, waving the documents. “Protection? You call this protection? Stalking every corner of my past? Keeping photos of me I didn’t even know existed? What exactly are you protecting me from, Damien? Or is that another secret you’ll only share when it’s convenient?”

Brett pleaded, putting his hand on my arm, his eyes welling with tears. “It’s so toxic, Brett, and it’s crazy how you don’t realize that,” I mumbled, shrugging him off me. “We don’t love each other…we’re just two people who work together, see each other every day, and convince ourselves that we do, when in reality, we just don’t want to be lonely…” “But I do love you…” Brett breathed. “This isn’t love, Brett, we’re both so miserable.” I swallowed. “Maybe this undercover job is what I need. A chance to get out of town…focus on myself, and find myself again.” I shook my head. “And put criminals behind bars while I’m at it.”

There were tables set around, a champagne tower, buffet tables, waiters walking around with glasses and people dressed magnificently for the occasion. “I don't think I can do this,” I shakily looked up at Mikhail. All my preparation was out the window. “You're in no position to choose, Marlowe,” he said passively as his eyes scanned the room. “If anyone asks and insists like that lady just did, tell them you're my girlfriend and we've been private. We met in high school and we met again recently,” he leaned forward and finally settled his eyes on me. “Got it?” He leaned forward and brushed his lips over my ear.

From the looks of them, I can tell this is no ordinary gathering. She sighs, rubbing her forehead like she’s had enough of this circus. “Erm, my serial killer,” she says, gesturing at me, then to the others. “This is my stalker and mafia friend.” I blink, then smirk. So, these are the others she’s playing with. Of course she’d attract a mafia boss and a hacker-stalker. Her need to dance on the edge of danger is even deeper than I’d thought. I like that about her—she’s got nerve. But bringing these two into the fold? That’s just asking for trouble.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

' 'No, no, you were being thoughtful, trying to get flowers for me. My romantic lover. Of course, I did what any sane person would do. I accidentally knocked over a flower pot and left before she could even have time to see what happened. I went home and searched for her, Isabella Grey. Her I*******m was bland, so was her F******k page, filled with nothing but flowers and inspirational quotes. Like I said, she was a wanna be wedding planner. So she sells cakes as well, hoping to raise enough money to send herself back to school.