Stalking Romance Books Novels & Stories

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

She bowed her head and picked up her book again “Something like this would have been totally cool in the fictional world.” “I still need more details about him, though. Don’t try to escape it.” She folded her legs; I knew she wouldn’t let me off that easily. G was a helpless dark romance reader; her excitement when she heard I had a stalker that looked like he was a descendant of Hercules himself was priceless. She loved me, I knew that, but her being a reader, I expected this already. I hit my forehead with my hand tiredly. “I have a stalker, Gianna. This isn’t books; this is real life.”

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed

His eyes darkened, finally meeting hers, the teasing dominance she remembered flickering to life. Lena moved closer, her body brushing his, the scent of her perfume mingling with his cologne. She leaned in, her lips hovering near his ear and traced the shell of his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, slow, wet, teasing. Then she pressed her mouth to his neck, kissing the pulse point there, sucking lightly as her hand continued to palm his now fully erect cock.

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

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“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

She is smiling like she found something that just made her day. “What’s with the books?” Romy bounced onto the bed, “First, the romance book section in your library is awesome. We totally need to check it out together. Second, I got these pack law books. These are the first two of four.” I smiled. Of course, she had already gone to the library. Her weapon is her mind and sharp tongue. She uses them well, too. “Did you find something interesting?”