Anime Killing Stalking Novels & Stories

Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves? For mature audiences only due to the graphic nature of certain situations. Read at your own discretion. Triggers include: Age gap, stalking, graphic depictions of sexual content, (con/noncon/dubcon), death, kidnapping, mental health issues, abuse, addiction, bdsm, rough sex, unusual kinks, escorting, strong language, threesomes, drug use, dark erotica, slow burn, hate to love, forbidden romance, possessive, controlling, and dominant men, sociopathic behavior, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, trauma bonding, talk of past trauma from both Mc and li, gunp

“Who the hell thinks it’s okay to watch someone from the shadows? That’s not affection. That’s obsession. It’s creepy and messed up.” He blinked at me, like I’d spoken in a language he didn’t understand. “I’m not a psycho,” he said slowly, as though he was trying to convince himself as much as me. “Is it wrong that I find you pretty?” “Finding me pretty and stalking me are two very different things,” I said, my voice cold enough to cut glass. “Now let go. I don’t have time for this nonsense I’m going home.” I wrenched free and shoved past him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how badly my hands were shaking. My arm throbbed where he’d gripped it too tightly, the bruises alread

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

I look up to see my stalker checking his watch. "stupid" the man holding me cusses. I blink back the tears threatening to fall. Don't be weak. One of the men grab my arm once again, roughly pulling me up the staircase into the big mansion Once we get in he pushes me forward and I fall to the ground, bruising my knees. I look up to meet a pair of leather shoes. So novel typical. I look up to meet a pair of grey eyes. Looks exactly like Stalkers. "Isabella Russo, how lovely to meet you" I can sense the sarcasm in his words. I can also feel the killer vibes radiating off this man. Too many people, I'd just call him villain.

Tears begin to blur my vision as he cups my mouth with his hand. "I've been watching you for a long time," he hisses, and I choke in tears. Who is this psychopath? I don't recognize his voice at all, and the fact that he whispers so low doesn't help. My mind can't think anymore. Someone has actually been stalking me, and right now, here, he wants to take me. This is not a random attempt. This is planned. 'You're mine now," he growls through gritted teeth before lowering his head to kiss my neck. His ragged breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine.

“Karden… and the other one. The one I don’t know. The stalker I haven’t been able to name.” For a moment, Daniel just stared at me. Then he sat back again, exhaling slowly like he was trying to keep himself calm. “You’re telling me you’ve got two?” I nodded, my throat tight. “I know how it sounds. Crazy, paranoid. But it’s real. Karden has been after me for a while now, making it clear he wants to hurt you. And then there’s this… this other one. The messages that aren’t in his voice, the way they come at the worst times, the way they… they feel different.”

They lunge at me, and this time, I smoothly move out of the way, knocking my elbow under their jaw with a force that rattles them big time. I don't wait for my attacker to recover, I knock my forehead into their nose and maneuver their arm, yanking hard until the bloody knife clatters on the floor. Breathless, I punch them in the gut hard enough to knock the air out of their lungs. Then I pin them against the wall, yanking the hood off their head. My eyes go wide when long golden hair spills down this person's back. My eyes go wide when I see that my stalker is a girl. Wait...she looks familiar.

The stalker, the one who had haunted her nightmares and pursued her relentlessly, was none other than Tony. The revelation paralyzed her with terror, the weight of the situation sinking in. Trapped in the clutches of a delusional stalker, Bella's mind raced with the grim understanding that her ordeal had taken an even darker turn. The air hung heavy with a chilling sense of dread, as the relentless nightmare seemed to unfold with no respite in sight.

A second later, the lights flickered back on. Both of them blinked against the sudden brightness while rain continued crashing loudly outside the apartment windows. Damian let out a breath. “Okay. Storm. Cool. I was mentally preparing for a serial killer standing behind the shower curtain.” Quinn laughed softly, her forehead resting briefly against his shoulder. “You watch too many horror movies.” “I profile murderers for fun, Quinn. My brain isn’t healthy.” The warmth between them returned almost instantly after that. Easier now somehow. Familiar.

Like dude, either step into the light or crawl back into whatever shadow you crawled out of. Now, my real life feels like a twisted sequel I never asked for? Because I’m actually living it. Facing almost the same predicament. Just that mine is worse. My stalker didn’t just watch me from across a street or leave cryptic messages. He didn’t just breathe too close behind my back. My stalker literally killed a human right before my eyes last two nights. Without hesitation. Without mercy. Blood. The sound. The way life left that body.The way his head was disconnected from his body. I can’t unsee it. I can’t unhear it. It’s carved into me now, deep and ugly and permanent..