Books About Stalking Novels & Stories

Letting out a heavy breath, she prayed to God that she wasn’t doing bad burdening Gina with her issues, but honestly she needed someone to talk too. “I… I didn’t tell you that some people have been stalking me. It has been happening for weeks now, and I’ve seen them so many times. Either they're hiding in the bushes, or they're just standing and watching from a corner, and it freaking creeps me out so much. I have never felt this unsafe in my life at all, so believe me when I say this feeling is much more than just some bloody hangover. It’s way worse than that.” "W-what?!" Gina blurted out, her eyes wide in shock, "All of this has been happening?" She asked, her hand flying to her mouth in

“Is this true Galen? You’ve stalked other women before me?” “Stalking is a nasty word. I’m a connoisseur of fine ladies. I enjoy observing them from afar. Living together under one roof is so exciting that I can’t resist getting closer to them. You’re so pretty and you flaunt everything right there in front of me. I can’t help it. But I want to see more. I want to touch and feel you.”

You just don't know it yet but soon you will know it My blood runs cold. He followed me to Marco's. He watched me go inside and waited three hours to see me leave. This is beyond notes left at my office, this is beyond slipping things under my door. This is active surveillance and stalking in the truest sense. I wonder why I don't feel fear, I wonder why I'm standing in my kitchen rereading the note, my body responding in ways that disgust and arouse me in equal measure. Why wasn't I scared? Why do I get turned on by the stalker's mere words?

To have a taste of the life I want and not fully pursue it , would be worse than ignoring it like I do now. I move then to gymnastic stretches , by the time I am done my body feels deliciously stretched and sore. Heading to the shower , I make plans in my head of what to pack once I am out. I was actually doing it. I was uprooting my life because I had a stalker, one that still hasn’t been back or made any effort to contact me. I casually wondered why as I let the hot water glide its way down my body. Maybe he had not liked what he saw that night once he saw me naked. Even though my body was toned and generous in all the right places , maybe that wasn’t his thing. Or maybe he stalked a diffe

Because another document had opened automatically. A photograph. Her photograph. Taken two years ago. Outside a courthouse. A place she visited almost every day. Her stomach dropped. Then another image appeared. A coffee shop. Another appeared. A bookstore. Another. Another. Another. Photos from different years. Different locations. Different moments. Someone had been watching her long before HeartLock existed in her life. Nova looked horrified. "This is stalking." Nobody disagreed. Orion stepped toward the television. His expression looked genuinely shaken now. "Shut it down."

Anthony walked straight along the deserted literature department corridor. His steps were so calm and full of confidence. The smell of old books and dust filled his senses as he turned right towards the storage room. He pressed his palm against the rough surface of the door. His eyes moved to the right, feeling the presence of someone around him. At the count of three, Anthony turned quickly and ambushed his stalker before dragging her into a dusty old storage room. “You should take my words more seriously, Jane.”

Clearly, she couldn't say anything because her plan had already been set in motion. "What do you like about her? Of all—everyone you stalked! What makes you do something reckless like this?!" Wolf had to try hard to control his emotions since they were in the car. It was a real challenge for him because he didn't expect Zoe's 'condition' to be this severe. Stalking could be very dangerous. Some celebrities faced difficulties because of stalkers. A few days ago, Wolf mentioned stalking almost like a joke. Zoe's refusal to accept his suggestion of inviting the artist to her house now seemed reasonable. She was a stalker with a criminal record.

A series of questions fell out of his mouth. I stepped in his direction and started putting the pictures and notes on the table to show him. Moving away from me, he pumped into Thomas, who, in turn, just waved “ Hi” with a big smile. With nowhere to go, Jensen puffs his chest and asks, “What if I were? What can you do?” Sitting him back on the chair, Thomas laid a hand over his shoulder, “ Stalking is illegal, I'm not mistaken.” “It definitely is,” I agreed with him.

I саn’t bear thе thought оf bеіng сhаѕеd аgаіn. In a way, thе stalking ѕсаrеd mе mоrе than whеn April wаѕ taken. I was аlоnе аnd unрrераrеd, and іt wаѕ thе unknоwn thаt wrарѕ іtѕ сlаwѕ around уоur mіnd and gеtѕ you іn thе еnd. I nеvеr wаnt tо be іn thаt ѕіtuаtіоn again.

He looked up from his textbook. "Does your brother still have that car?" He put his pen down slowly. "...Why?" "I need someone to drive me to a few places. Just to observe. Nothing crazy." "You said nothing illegal twenty minutes ago and now you want to borrow a car." "I need to follow someone." "That is the definition of illegal, Rory." "It is called reconnaissance." He stared at me for a beat. "You know what else it is called? Stalking. A criminal offense in most countries."