Crazy Stalker Novels & Stories

They knew each other, Of course they did. “You can’t kill me, my people will come after you.” The man stood on the other foot and faced the stalker, he shot his other foot and he was on the ground again, groaning in pain. “Let. Them. Come.” The stalker brought his hand out and the chainsaw was in his hand in seconds, the other two men in black that came in with him ran to the man on the ground, holding him by his hands, The stalker looked like a volcano about to explode. He drew the handle of the chainsaw and it was brought to life, “You can attack me and get away with it, but the very minute you lay a hand on a hair from her head, you’re a dead man walking because I will find you, and I’ll

He wasn’t seriously stalking me, was he? “Should that be a surprise?” Rosa’s bored voice drifted from the back of my mind. “The man is crazy enough to seek you out every time anyway. He’s already a stupid killer with bad decisions and a control freak. Adding ‘crazy stalker’ to the list isn’t that bad, is it?” I mentally rolled my eyes at her. Yeah, right.

--------- Later at night: "Hey can you come out already? We will be leaving USA tomorrow. Don't you have work? Don't you have to check if everything is fine? What if another stalker attacks? What if one of us dies?- oops...I went to far. What if one of us gets badly injured? What then? Hey, Cilia Carpenter, are you listening?"

It seemed like he was becoming laid back after all. Crazy Trusts

And I unbelievably s Has this fucker been stalking me now??

“I don't see anyone.” “Just close the window, please.” My mind is still anxious. The thought that someone is always with me scares my mind too much. Not because I am a coward, but I am worried the stalker might find out about my real identity. He closes the window and comes back to me. “I will ask Sean to keep an eye on you.” My head nods. As he kisses my lips one more time, we continue until early morning, fucking each other the whole night shamelessly. The next day, it was time for another competition. Fighting a beast. Lozark had brought that beast from another pack. They're known for their barbaric nature. Huge like bears, cruel like lions, has sharp fangs like vampires, and resembles th

With the force of a volcano, he yelled “That bitch Stasia made a Kobayashi Maru. Meant to fail, so you understand failure happens in life. Fucking bullshit! What game is she playing? The lose of a Luna is devastating to a pack.” “I am the bitch. Everyone, please settle down,” Stasia turns out to be the human at Canon funeral. The fucking chick with ass. She stood a 5 ft something, all in black. I had no idea they made jump boots that small. Black cargo paints, black t-shirt, never looked so fucking sexy. A glock strapped to her side, knifes everywhere. Brown hair braided and put in buns. Blue piercing eyes. Fuck me please, I think I am in love. At least for the night. “Stop drooling Mark.

Butcher stood silently by, observing them all. The mood was light, the team high-spirited due to a recent cash windfall. Godfather Marco had even promised a party that evening, which everyone eagerly anticipated. Suddenly, Hardin entered the room, and the energy shifted. Silence fell as everyone turned their attention to him. He ignored them, heading straight for a punching bag, unleashing his fury on it. Stalker approached him with a grin. "Hey," she said, introducing herself. "I'm Stalker." Ghost and Hacker introduced themselves next. Hardin couldn’t help but wonder what a young guy like Hacker was doing in a dangerous place like this.

Reminded of the horrible stalker, the protective uncle slammed the table with a fist and glared at Zen. “Don’t ever say that stupid catchphrase in front of my face… it makes me want to skin that stupid stalker…” Stalker? Zen looked over to Akiko, who shook her head. Even if they were here ahead of Zen, it was the first time they heard anything like that. Ping!

Was that how they were to every stranger. Also, it was giving me a mafia vibe. Who was Xander to these people? And where the hell were we? When we were alone, he released my hand and spun to face me, he searched my face. "Are you alright?" I nodded, thankfully, I actually was. "That's quite the company you keep." I chuckled out, trying to put a candle to the situation. "It's good that you still have a mouth on you. Now what are you doing here?" His tone was flat, gaze cold, I dug my fingers into the palm of my hands. Right. How do I tell him that I was stalking him?