Stalkerromance Stories

Mara Leone used to think being stalked meant fear. She was wrong. Fear was easy. Fear made sense. What didn't make sense was the full gas tank she never paid for, the broken things fixed before she could replace them, the coffee waiting on her car with her usual order written on the side. Macchiato. No sugar. Cinnamon. And beneath it, one handwritten warning: 'Don't skip breakfast today, amor.' Whoever he is, he knows her routines. Her habits. Her temper. Her weaknesses. He slips into her life quietly, making it easier in ways that feel less like kindness and more like control. Mara doesn't want his help. She doesn't want his attention. And she definitely doesn't want to wonder why the man watching her from the shadows seems to know exactly what she needs before she does. But the worst part? He has no intention of stopping.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. (Regular updates) _________________________________________ Dive into the intoxicating world of the Cursed in Love series Ruthless, devastatingly handsome, and dangerous enough to hide it behind whiskey eyes and a royal smile, RANVIJAY SINGH CHAUHAN is a king wrapped in the darkness of an empire built on blood. He has little use for mercy and even less tolerance for disobedience, but he can't deny the pull he's felt for ten years toward the girl who tied a rubber band around his wrist and called it a wedding. She's the light in his carefully controlled shadows, the only person who makes his cold heart beat. And when fate brings her back into his world, he breaks every rule he's ever made to claim what's always been his. Every king has a weakness. She's his. His obsession. His devotion. His only exception. His Noori. ⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉ Kind, ambitious, and innocent despite the cruelty she's endured, ANVIKA RAWAT is a dreamer who wants nothing more than to save lives and believe in the goodness of people. Between medical school, her internship, and trying to meet impossible expectations, she has little room for romance. But when the boy from her childhood returns as a man she can't recognize-commanding, intense, impossibly protective-she's forced to confront feelings she doesn't understand. Because despite his cold exterior and the danger that clings to him like a second skin, he makes her feel everything she's been too afraid to feel. Safe. Seen. Truly wanted. Theirs is a love born in innocence and reborn in obsession-twisted with secrets, tainted by blood, and haunted by a darkness she doesn't know exists. And when the truth finally shatters the illusion, it could destroy them both. ⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉ Royal Dark Romance | Secret Identity | Twisted Games

Sarika Malhotra - sharp-tongued, clumsy, anonymous shadow dancer, and a woman with scars stitched under a veil of silence. She's the kind of girl who doesn't believe in love. Not because she's naive-but because she's seen what it does. She survived a house that killed her someone special smile and fed her wounds like rituals. Now she only trusts silence, poetry, and... herself. Divyansh Singhania - the cold-blooded heir with knife scars under his shirt and violence in his past. He doesn't speak unless he has to, and when he does, it's either to command, mock, or burn. But ever since he saw the mysterious veiled dancer move like a dream, and Sarika fight like a storm, his obsession has only grown... and so has his madness. What happens when fate locks trauma with trauma? When obsession disguises as love and love refuses to bloom? When pasts collide, and trust hangs on a thread- "Will hatred lead them to healing, or will it destroy what's left of them?" He wanted her attention. She wanted peace. Now they're married. But nothing about them is romantic. Just secrets. Just scars. Just war. And maybe... just maybe, a dangerous kind of love. "Two souls stitched by scars, bound by war-will obsession ever become love?" ----------♡------------ 🅣︎🅡︎🅞︎🅟︎🅔︎🅢︎✨ Grumpy × Sunshine Enemy~Lovers Car racer × Biker Stalker Romance Mafia × CEO Age Gap Touch her or him and die . ⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆

What if one day your past knocks on your door? A past you never truly forgot. You loved him once. He left. Maybe not as a lover... but he failed as a friend. Would you give a second chance to a love that once broke you? Would you trust the person who walked away? And when destiny brings them face to face again... Will he fight for her? Or will some wounds remain too deep to heal? Find all your answers in Ashrafiya. A story written through memories, pain, longing, and the tears of its author. She wants distance. He chooses patience. Because this time- he's not here to claim her. He's here to deserve her. Tropes- Second Chance Romance Slow Burn Silent Protector Soft Possessive Hero Healing Love

Bella is a freshman student at Oakland college, being excited about her new life in campus with ideas of all the partying she will do and friends she will make and the memories she will always remember shatters after she meets a calm boy called Lacy who will change the course of her life.

**On stage I'm Mantis. Man eater, dirty talker, lead guitar and back up vocals. Off stage I am Natasha Alarie a history major desperately trying to show my family that this degree is worth the money. The Alarie family owns various media outlets including the one where Forest Phantoms keeps getting brought up Rising World. I'm trying to maintain the life I've curated when a mysterious letter shows up at my door addressed to "The Mantis". Nobody but my bandmates knows about my double life or so I thought.** **Nicolas Valstrom. As soon as I heard her death scream I knew she was the one for me. Some would call it insane that I sought out every job opportunity to just be with the band but, I couldn't care less. So the moment I heard Forest Phantoms needed a stage manager I was the first in line. I have never seen her face but I never needed to see it to know that was the woman who could tame me.**

Lucy's life goes around mining, eating chocolate and stacking as much money as she can. But one day she faces a danger that she though was just a myth - a myth that she completely unaware attracted and now has her trace with no intention of letting go and the line between fear and desire becomes dangerously thin. © 2025 Lucy Stark. All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be copied, reproduced, or shared without the author's permission.

"I'm not asking to be saved. I'm just asking you not to leave when I drown." She doesn't write love letters. She writes survival notes - to something she can't see, but feels every second of the day. No one knows the war happening in her chest. The screaming silence after someone pulls away. The way she spirals just from being ignored. The way she can't tell if she's falling in love or falling apart - or if it's both. This isn't her healing journey. It's her journal. One hundred entries. One hundred heartbreaks. One girl trying to understand herself through the only thing that ever truly stayed - the chaos inside her. If you've ever been told you're too much, too emotional, too dramatic... This book is for you. If you've ever begged someone not to go, even when you swore you didn't care... This book is you. These pages aren't pretty. But they're honest. And sometimes that's what hurts the most.

Journal-Nurse Fanfic (Misty Quigley x Jessica Roberts) Basically their dynamic after Jessica escapes the basement lol From Jessica's perspective bc I wanted to Chapter 3 coming eventually! (Apologies for the time between chapters, I work 2 jobs)

Story Description When Mia, a 25-year-old writer, leaves behind her broken engagement and shifts to her grandmother's old cottage in the misty hills of Shimla, she only wants one thing-peace. But peace is the last thing she finds. The cottage is gloomy, the town is strange, and the silence feels watched. Someone knows her routines, her words, even the secrets she never told anyone. Enter Zehen. Mysterious. Obsessive. Dangerous. A man who doesn't just want to be part of Mia's life-he wants to own it. In the fog-covered lanes of Shimla, where shadows blur with reality, Mia must choose: fight to escape the eyes that follow her... or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a love that feels like ruin.

Natalia Banks hasn't always been like this. It got worse once her dad died. Now, she sees a tall figure watching her. Everyday. Everywhere. It's diagnosed as schizophrenia, but she knows differently. She knows the truth. She's being watched. And nothing will stop this thing from getting it's goal: her life in its hands. Her soul attached to its'. She knows why it's chosen her, deep down she knows, but she refuses to acknowledge it. Yet. She will. Just you wait. Everything will change. Good luck.

To the rest of the world, she is merely a woman living her life-walking to the bus, sipping coffee, existing in the sunlight. But to him, she is a sprawling, complex universe mapped out in thousands of crimson filaments. From the darkened sanctuary of his apartment, he does not just watch; he calculates. He knows the exact rhythm of her breath, the precise tilt of her head when she is troubled, and the inevitable path she must walk to reach him. He is the invisible architect of her days, and she is the centerpiece of his masterpiece. As the red threads tighten, blurring the fragile line between protection and possession, he prepares for the moment the final strand is pulled-the moment she realizes she has never truly been free.

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕪, 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕒𝕝... The high-pitched squeal of train wheels on the tracks made a screeching sound before the sharp, sudden release of air came as the train came to the stop. The authoritative voice announcing, the constant hum of passengers conversing, beeping of machines- but all I wanted was him-for him-to save me. 17-year-old Idhaya has never known a life free from pain and fear. But when she's forced to flee her abusive past, only to be pursued by a ruthless stalker... she's had enough. Abused, stalked, and silenced-she's breaking free from the chains that bind her. However, her new wings demand trust. Trust in a peculiar cop-with her life. > Is she safe? Or is she just trading one danger for another? With each step, she's drawn deeper into a web of secrets, obsession, and lies. Will Idhaya find the strength to break free, or will she remain... 𝓤𝓷𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓮? - > "𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞 𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙞... 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙝 𝙠𝙖𝙧... 𝙖𝙝𝙝𝙝... 𝙮𝙖𝙧, 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙞 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙮𝙚𝙝..." He cried, piercing her soul with his eyes, looking down at her through the window. - ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This plot involves themes of abuse, kidnapping, stalking, manipulation, and exploitation. Reader discretion advised. - Genres: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Suspense | Mystery | Contemporary Fiction Tropes: He fell first... and harder Forced proximity Possessive male lead Emotionally twisted x Mentally wounded Slowburn x Chaos Stranger protector | Dangerously obsessed | Morally grey love interest - Perfect for readers who enjoy dark themes, slow-burning tension, and emotionall

Heat between us is dark intoxicating tale of obsession,desire and the dangerous line between love and control.He doesn't want yo love her he own her.And she slowly burning in the fire of his lights every time he looks at her.

May Valerie is not being haunted. She's being hunted. ​At thirty-two, she thought her life was her own. She was wrong. It started with the small things-the things she tried to rationalize. A missing pair of lace underwear. The faint scent of expensive cedar on her pillow. The heavy, suffocating sensation of a man's gaze on her skin while she slept. ​She thought she was losing her mind. She didn't realize she was being prepared. ​In a single, systematic week, May's existence is erased. Her apartment is gone. Her bank account is frozen. Her career is dead. At her rock bottom, a savior appears: The Valerius Group. They offer her a job, a home, and a fresh start in a secluded estate of stone and glass. ​But the "job" is a trap. ​The moment the doors lock behind her, May finds herself in a museum of her own life. Every missing trinket, every misplaced garment, every stolen memory from the last fourteen years is neatly displayed in her new room. ​She isn't an employee. She is a holy relic. ​The boy she once tried to save is now a man she should fear. At twenty-six, Killian is powerful, brilliant, and utterly broken. He doesn't want her apologies. He doesn't even want her love. ​He wants to own every breath she takes. And he has spent fourteen years buying the air she breathes.

"He was the peace I chose. But he is the chaos that won't let me go." Shrestha Roy(SR) is the woman the world envies-the powerhouse CEO of SR Industries, a devoted sister, and the wife of a man who is her living, breathing sanctuary. After a past that nearly broke her, she has finally built a life draped in quiet perfection. With Aarav, the nightmares have faded. She is safe. She is loved. She is finally whole. Until the man who taught her the meaning of fear walks back into her world. Sarthak didn't just love Shrestha; he claimed her. Years ago, a single night of shattered trust and a bridge burned in fury sent him into exile. But Sarthak hasn't forgotten. He hasn't moved on. And he certainly hasn't accepted that she belongs to someone else. Now, he's back. Not as the boy she once called home, but as a shadow in her boardroom, a presence in her hallways, and a whisper in the dark. Aarav is her anchor, but Sarthak is the storm. One offers the life she chose. The other demands the past she tried to bury. How do you protect your "forever" when the man who knows your every weakness decides it's time to take you back? ✧ WHAT TO EXPECT: ✅ The Ultimate Green Flag: Aarav (The Husband). ✅ The Dark Obsession: Sarthak (The Ex). ✅ Slow Burn Tension turned into a Psychological Thriller. ✅ Tropes: Forced Proximity • Love Triangle Twist • Romantic Suspense • Strong Female Lead.

Some cages are built from chains. Others are built from devotion. Katha Iyer's life shatters the moment she wakes up in an unfamiliar room-trapped, stolen from the world she knew. The man responsible? Silas Varrow. A ghost from a past she doesn't remember. A shadow that has followed her all her life. But the walls around her aren't the only prison. There are whispers clawing at the edges of her mind, screaming to be heard. Memories buried so deep they were never meant to resurface. And Silas... Silas stands at the center of it all. Watching. Waiting. Knowing. Who is he to her? Why does he refuse to let her go? And why does some part of her feel like this isn't the first time? She doesn't remember the past. But the past remembers her. Some voices are stolen. Others are buried. But the most dangerous ones? The ones that refuse to stay silent. Voiceless is a dark, psychological tale of captivity, obsession, and the echoes of a past that refuses to be forgotten.

She watched him from the shadows, every glance a silent confession. Amara Lockwood knew the danger of wanting him - her professor, her obsession, the man who haunted her thoughts. But like a moth drawn to a flame, she couldn't stop herself. His secrets were darker than hers, and together, they were a storm waiting to unravel everything. In the quietest corners of their souls, they were both broken, bound by a love that was never fucking meant to be.

The story of DEVIKA, a young woman who haunts her enemies by tearing their soul apart, but haunted by her secrets. She could never imagine that love could reach her breaking through the darkness around her. But when it succeeds, she has to answer the ultimate question - Can love truly conquer all, or are some shadows too dark to ever be lifted? BLURB : The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the abandoned mansion that stood silent and foreboding in the darkness. Ivy climbed the crumbling walls, weaving intricate patterns that seemed to whisper secrets of bygone eras to those who dared to listen. In the heart of the mansion, amidst the shadows that danced with the flickering candlelight, stood Devika. Her silhouette was a haunting figure against the backdrop of the moonlit room, her eyes betraying a depth of emotion that seemed to defy words. As Devika gazed out of the dusty window, her thoughts drifted to the past, to the memories that lingered like ghosts in the corridors of her mind. She could still feel the echoes of laughter and the warmth of embraces long forgotten, but now shrouded in darkness. With a heavy sigh, Devika turned away from the window, her heart heavy with the weight of her own secrets and regrets. But as she took a tentative step forward, a voice pierced the silence, sending shivers down her spine. "Devika," it whispered, a mere breath on the edge of her consciousness. "You cannot hide from me forever." Devika froze, her pulse quickening with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She knew that voice, knew the power it held over her fragile heart. And as the shadows closed in around her, she knew that the past was about to catch up with her in ways she could never have imagined.