Stalking Romance Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

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?”

His gray eyes roamed shamelessly over me, and the weight of his stare made me flush everywhere his hands hadn’t touched yet. I smiled, bold through the haze, and dragged my palms across the ridges of his stomach, each hard line of muscle sculpted like something out of sin itself. His skin was hot, alive under my fingertips, and the shudder he gave when I grazed his hip bone sent a rush of triumph through me. He tugged my bra the rest of the way off, freeing me. My breasts spilled into his hands, nipples already aching, and the sound that tore out of him was half-growl, half-moan. His gaze turned feral.

Book 2: Random Wetness: Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.

We had planned to lure Alister out but it was nowhere mentioned that she had to dance like that, I was barely controlling myself that time. But when I saw that he put his hands under her skirt, I lost it. I rushed towards her but before that, the stalker acted and revealed himself. I saw her pretty siren eyes open and my heart pounded inside as she looked at me, so innocently. I want to ruin it. She looked at me and murmured something seeing my bare chest, I smirked, she had seen it for the first time and she loved it for sure. “When will you fuck me”, she asked the most unexpected question just when she woke up, this woman is just something else.

Juliana again asked him. "Alberto… Alberto Mathews". He answered in his American accent. Pain was evident in his voice. "You danced with me at my birthday party. You were also photographing yesterday at my shoot. Why are you stalking me?" While making her voice from low to high, Juliana asked. "Because I like you!" Without any hesitation, Alberto replied. Juliana's heart started beating fast. She was lost for a moment and then she said in a low voice, "What?"

His back was literally a rock who felt nothing at my tiny attempts. I squealed out when he threw me on the bed standing in front of me. I immediately backed away when he started to crawl towards me. Lucy: What are you doing. P-Please stay away. Author Pov. Damon ignored her pleads and kept on crawling towards her trembling figure. Her back came in contact with beds headboard. Pulling her knees to her chest she pressed herself against the headboard even more. Damon didn't stop as he kept on coming closer to her and at last stopped only inches away from her face.

I write dark romance stories that my readers seems to love and my first stalker romance story made waves in the book community as fans raved on about it becoming obsessed with the characters that the novel which was meant to be a standalone became a series because of how well loved it was. But of course some critics went hard on the concept of the book, criticizing my work and a part of me knew some of them were paid by Anacostia since she has tendencies of going into some kind of jealousy spiral on her page during my book releases. She always has something nasty to say stirring shit up! But am used to condescending women like her, and I really do not care since my readers love my stalker ro

“But then, there’s a different kind of stalking. The kind that’s not about wanting the person for yourself, but about the thrill. The adrenaline rush. It’s not about love, or lust—it’s about control. The power you feel when you know their every move, when you’re ten steps ahead of them and they have no idea. You get to invade their life without touching them, leaving your mark without ever being seen.” He pushes off the desk and walks closer to me, his voice lowering. “It’s a high, Alissia. Watching them walk through their day, not knowing you’ve been in their house, touched their things, read their messages. You see their secrets—the things they wouldn’t tell anyone. And in that moment, you