Stalker Romance Novels & Stories

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.]

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

'Oh no. Hell hath no fury like a returning mate to your brother, and when he dared to peek over the covers, there she stood in all her fiery glory, Isabella Stalker, Luna of the Howling Warriors, and she was glaring at him in a way that made him want to run for cover. In the background, Lucy held a pup-Jesus how long was he out for? Seeing Jarvis peeking out from behind her somehow wasn't surprising-but in the time it took the alpha wolf to analyze the situation, Bella had skated across the floor to him.

“So, is that it? You realized he’s not the guy you thought?” I hesitate, trying to put it into words. “It’s more complicated. Things were great... until I got a stalker,” I admit, and almost immediately someone squeals from across the room. “Oh my God! Like a real stalker? Is he hot?” A bubbly woman plops down in a chair, her eyes wide with excitement. “That’s Lilly,” Sasha explains with a laugh. “She loves her romance novels. Not all stalkers are dreamboat types, Lilly!” she teases.

Blurb: He craves her , wants her , watches her and bids his time in making his move and when finally he did, she becomes his Obsession. Will she be his undoing? She knows nothing about him except he has been her secret admirer, sending her flowers and love notes every single day . He's the mystery man in her life or more like her stalker . This is a fantasy based story , I don't actually think it has happened that anyone has had sex with there stalker so it's purely fantasy...

he murmured, eyefucking her entire body. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, and his blue orbs met hers. Scarlett wanted to be fucked by him now that he was entirely exposed in front of her and Scarlett was feeling his body with her hands; they were basically just fuck buddies. Scarlet's father was Damien's business partner, and she is a well-known model. She fell in love with his looks at first sight, or desire, and ventured to propose a deal to him at a party held by her father, despite knowing how dangerous he is. Surprisingly, he agreed.

RK reached out to touch Adrian’s head, telling him not to think too much about it. Adrian nodded, then stood up and walked to the door. As soon as Adrian closed the door, Stella came out of RK’s arms and glared at him. Looking at Stella’s expression, RK’s eyes were filled with lust. “Stella…” RK held Stella in his arms and called her softly. He wanted to kiss her, but Stella turned her head and dodged his kiss. “What did you say to Little Rian just now? You forgot it.” Stella glared at RK and spoke. She pushed RK away while RK was not paying attention. He gathered her clothes, got out of bed, and went to the wardrobe to find clothes to wear.

She will play along with his acts until he reveals what he truly wants. His study is very different from what she sees in Russian movies. It was not filled with books but with nothing. In the dark navy blue motif study only the thick mahogany table is there and a few file binders arranged above it. Walls have expensive Russian paintings. The themes are like slavery, landscapes and people doing their own businesses. What kind of person is Vanluke Kromatova? She thought idiosyncrasy.

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.

He shrugged and went back to reading his newspaper. “I heard you’re working for Donata now,” he said casually. “Stalker.” He grabbed my chin and pecked me on the lips. It was so intimate that it threw me off. It was one thing to kiss when we were having sex, but it was another to kiss me when we weren’t. “That pretty little mouth deserves to be filled with my cock.” “Emilio…” “Yes, tentatricina?” “Are you sleeping with other women? We have raw sex all the time.”