Her Stalker のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion.This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago.Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?You'll get flashbacks to before they started dating, and you'll see all the events that took place during those dark times. This story isn't for everyone, but I hope you enjoy it. | Dark Stalker Romance 17+ |~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1: A Stalker's TruthBrixton pov, 35While waiting for Harley to get home from work, I lounge on the couch with my hand in my pants, my eyes shut, and images of my little bird dancing around in my mind.I can feel my lips curling into a smirk as I fall deeper into the aby

●Harley● Alec hovers his sweaty, naked body over mine, and I find myself getting lost in the light yellow ring around his dark, dilated pupils, gazing intently into his eyes. Having just experienced an overdue, intense orgasm, we both lie here panting and satisfied as small tremors rock our bodies. God, I love this man. I still get butterflies whenever he flashes that smile at me like he is doing now.He removes the wet hair from my face and kisses my cheeks softly and sensually, letting out seductive groans as he does so.“Marry me, Harley Rain Savage, please, baby?”He holds my face in his hands and stares down at me, waiting for my answer to his proposal. He already knows my answer, but I can tell he wants me to say it regardless.“Yes, Alec Rocco Carson. I will marry you, babe.”His lips claim mine in a passionate, heated frenzy, and the next thing I know, he rolls me on top of him and slams me on his cock in just one brutal motion.●All of a sudden, my eyes fling open, and I bo

| Harley |Huddled inside an old blanket of Brixton's, I keep my eyes fixed on the roaring fire in front of me, enjoying the sound of the growing flames as they crackle. The crisp winter wind drifts through the trees, rattling their bare branches and sending the remaining leaves clinging to them, falling to the ground and brightening it up. The cold doesn't bother me like it should. I'm different from most people, and my dad always blamed it on the storm that broke the day my twin brother Hudson and I were born. I've often found great solace in the dark, using the quiet, serene nighttime to my advantage to sift through the commotion thundering inside my head. The only thing that would make it better would be if the rain was pouring down around me. Then I'd feel right at home. While I sit alone, making friends with the glowing orange flames, I reflect on my past dreams and how they all fell fucking dead when Alec and my brother were murdered. I never thought I’d be walking the streets

| Harley |After settling into my new apartment and unpacking the few things I decided to bring with me, I finally plop down on the expensive, comfy couch beside Lexi. The second my back hits the white leather, a sigh escapes my lips, and I can't help but groan about the fact that I forgot a damn drink. As if she read my mind, Lexi hands me a cold bottle of beer, already uncapped and ready to be drunk."You read my mind, babe. I needed this.""I know! That's why I made sure to put a few in the cooler so we didn't have to get up for a while."A brief silence passes between us as I take in the sight of my new home. Even though it's gorgeous and completely furnished, it's still missing something. Brixton...I left him and Scotty back in Brockton and came up here alone. Scotty might come to find me, but I know for a fact Brixton can't because he's locked up. I really never wanted to end things with Brixton, but he violated my privacy and hurt me in ways that I couldn't get past."So, are y

| Harley |Even though Tyson spent all night talking about himself and trying to make plans to book my time again, I couldn't concentrate on anything all night. Even lying in bed wide awake with the sun threatening to rise over the city any moment, I still can't get Brixton out of my head. I grip my phone like it's gold and just stare. My eyes stay glued to the text messages on my phone from Brixton... Two years later, he finally reaches out. I've been missing him and regretting how I walked away from him. Now that he's messaged me, I'm at a loss for words and stuck—frozen in my bed—about what to do. "Happy birthday, little bird...I'm fucking coming for you…" I don't even know what to do about it. With shaky hands and a rapidly beating heart, I type out a message to the man who's had my heart for years, even when I didn't know it."Thank you for the birthday wishes. I've been wondering where you were.""You know I'd never miss a birthday, little bird. I've been around, that's all you