Books About Stalking Novels & Stories

The sound of heavy footsteps quickly follows before they slow down as the man who works for Maverick is now walking close behind me. In silence. Annoyed, I stop walking and turn around to face him, “you do know that stalking is a felony, right? I mean, if I were to call the police and inform them that a male with your description is following me, I could have you in cuffs and charged.” Folding my arms across my chest, I let out a sigh as my gaze trails over his face, waiting to see if he shows any signs of caution. He doesn’t. Which only proves that he is loyal to Maverick at any cost.

Because I couldn’t just accept defeat and I wanted more chances, I needed to do something. Something I’m good at. And what I was good at, unfortunately, was… stalking. I didn’t go back to my suite or the company, but I followed Peter, but made sure he didn’t see me. That was the whole point of stalking anyway. After work, he went straight home, and I sat in my car, debating whether to knock on his door and force a confrontation or not.

“I want to know why you are stalking me.” “Who said I was stalking you? After all, I was the one minding my own ‘business’ when you followed me into the Undercrypt because, let’s face it,” he assessed me with his eyes. “I can tell you don’t go into clubs or you’ve never entered one at that.” “Nice one.” I bit my lip. “And the notes or letters on my front porch are from who exactly? Do you want to tell me what this is all about or should I just go ahead and call the police?”

“What do you mean you don’t know what to do? You should be going to the cops with this! Stalking isn’t something to be handled lightly. Do you know how many women get killed just by being stalked? This is serious, Lena.” “Do you think I don’t know that?” I shot back, obviously frustrated. “Do you think I’m okay with this? But what will telling the cops do? Absolutely nothing. They’ll just ask if I’ve got anyone in mind that would probably do this to me, or if I’ve got enemies and shit. You know I don’t even have friends, so nothing can be done. It’s not like I can get a restraining order either because I don’t even know this person or what they want from me.” I paused, letting the silence st

I whispered. Theo’s voice was low. “Too long.” I scrolled. More photos. More angles. Some from places that should have been private. Places no one should have access to. My hands started shaking. “This isn’t just surveillance,” I said. “This is stalking.” “Worse,” Theo said. “This is planning.” A new file appeared on the screen. We hadn’t touched anything. It just… opened. A video. I hit play. The footage was shaky. Dark.

Chapter 22: Get Cooking Cleo’s POV I sat cross-legged on the smooth suede sofa in my living room, the glowing screen of my laptop illuminating the darkening room, and tried to figure out where on earth to start. The adrenaline from the afternoon was finally beginning to crash, leaving me with a harsh, pounding headache right between my temples. I still couldn't quite wrap my head around the fact that this was actually happening to my best friend. Stalkers were the kind of thing you read about in trashy magazines or dealt with in high-profile legal divorce cases, not something that happened to bookish, sweet Tiana. The image of that pristine, pitch-black rose with its silver glitter edges was

"Why do you have these?" Pictures of me leaving work. Walking home. Standing outside a café with friends. Even one from a grocery store parking lot. A chill ran through my chest. "Have you been stalking me?" "Observing," he corrected calmly. "That's the same thing!" "No. Stalking implies obsession." "Doesn't it?" His eyes darkened slightly. "Not in this case." I flipped through the file quickly. "How long?" "Several weeks." "Several weeks?" I looked up at him, stunned.

I yearned to juѕt сurl up оn mу bed wіth mу Kіndlе аnd lоѕе mуѕеlf іn a gооd bооk. I’d trіеd dodging him thе last fеw dауѕ but іt wаѕ tо nо avail, I wаѕ рrеttу ѕurе hе was fast bесоmіng mу stalker.

"The best way to deal with a stalker is not to react. Collect as much information as you can about this person and get anything that links them to you... But nothing links, She thought. Document absolutely everything and if you can take video recordings and pictures all these can be used as evidence when you report them to the police... And here you are eating the evidence like a glutton, Her subconscious pricked her. She finished reading the whole post and closed the laptop in exasperation, definitely not what she needed. " so you ate all the cakes?" Daniella asked watching Korina, her eyes were glued to the menu. "Yes, I did." Korina answered still not taking her eyes of it.

I added, because I had a hunch that they wouldn't stop stalking us just because I was in another gender’s clothing. “Yes, but as I said, we see traces of them stalking us since we left Deep Water and they didn't show themselves, so I'm thinking they aren't out to hurt us, ” Dolphus asserted. As Dolphus spoke of this, I suddenly felt like I was over thinking the whole thing. “I think it's about time for the auction, how about we move out now?” I expressed calmly to Dolphus, trying to put the stalkers case at the back of my mind.