Stalker Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“The new Don of that mafia family seems even more ruthless than his father. He'd swallowed up quite a few old-school clans in the past year.” “He wants their power,” I replied calmly and emotionlessly. When I met Luke's worried gaze, I smiled at him. “Let's not talk about him. It's all in the past now.” Luke did not say anything more. He just held my hand, gently and firmly. The sun shone on his body and the blueprint before me. This was our new hotel and our future together — a life no longer built on lies and betrayal, but a bright future completely within my grasp.

Here’s the blurb: “Twenty-five years old Rue Cross is carrying the weight of being the mafia princess of the Cross empire. To prove herself, she takes a powerful position inside Bellator Crux Group, the family’s multinational front. But she has a secret: someone’s been watching her. What her stalker doesn’t know? She’s been watching him right back. Because Rue Cross doesn’t run from danger, she seduces it. Her stalker is Adrian Romano, heir to the Romano cartel, notorious for ruthlessness and ice-cold efficiency. He doesn’t just want Rue. He’s obsessed. She’s supposed to be his enemy, the daughter of the man who once destroyed his uncle’s faction. But obsession trumps bloodlines. What starts

❄︎ Viktor ❄︎ The leather creaked as I leaned back in the chair, my eyes fixed on nothing, a dull pounding in my skull spreading like fire. The office had the sort of scent that clung to walls after too many years of deals and wars conducted inside them. Adrian sat across from me, his shoulders hunched over his laptop, fingers tapping with quick movements. My fingers drifted up, brushing the edge of my bottom lip as a dangerous distraction clawed at me. Rosa. Her warmth from last night was still stamped into my skin, the feel of her soft body molding against mine, the way she’d opened beneath me like she was meant for me.

6 AMIR The streets of Mexico City stretched before me like a maze, but I knew every corner, every alley. This city was mine, and soon, she would be too. My feet carried me through the busy crowd, but my mind was back in that quiet little bookshop with her. Mariana. I hadn’t meant to approach her so soon. I’d planned to stay hidden in the shadows a little longer, to let the tension build. But when I saw her today, standing there with her soft eyes and gentle smile, I couldn’t resist. She was everything I had imagined—pure, innocent, untouched by the darkness I carried with me.

“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.

Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews. Most of his stories were about older women with guys his age and Miss Linda had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of his female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as his favorite teacher. Yes Miss Linda had been the nasty little cougar in his mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, he had even joined her writing discussion group. While the other half dozen students sat and discussed their stories and other

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How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

She didn’t have anything worth remembering to write down, so she promised herself that if her life started getting more interesting, she would perhaps give the book a chance. Nothing unusual had gone down since that very weird night, thank God, and Natalie was taking the whole settling-in thing quite well. The silver haired teen sat in their beautiful garden today, lounging… her cast foot resting on a low table as she read a romantic novel. She was flushed, her heart thumping very fast, her thighs clenching unconsciously at the extremely smutty scene she had gotten to. Being a virgin, this was kind of the only way she got to get her adrenaline high— taking it second handedly while pretending

' '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.