Crazy Stalker Novels & Stories

A stalker, age-gap dark romance Harley Savage- She's a small-town girl, who just turned twenty-two, with a head full of ambiguous dreams that reach as high as the stars. However, one incident in her life changes everything, including the once positive outlook she had on things. After her world gets turned upside down by the murder of her brother and her boyfriend, she begins to spiral and eventually loses the sparkle that used to brighten her glimmering blue eyes. She distances herself from her family and friends and finds comfort in the dark, sinister street life.

Why is she soo creepy? "Armaan!" I jumped at the voice. It was the director. I looked at him blinking. "The music is long gone. Where are you lost and why does your face looks like you saw a ghost?" He asked. "I did." "What?" "What?" I looked at him. "Nothing....um..." I sighed. "Can we please take a break?" "Ok ok." He said. "10 minutes." He announced and left. The Fangirl was still ogling at me. I stepped out carefully. So her smile was gone but her eyes were still there. She looked like a puppy now.

"Who else should I blame when the truck we found stashed in the woods has plates with a dealership sticker from our hometown?" A curse slipped from him. "What does the stalker look like?" As Javier described the man, Alejandro's grip on the phone tightened to the point he heard plastic cracking. "Fuck. He followed me." "Who?" "Bloody hunter whose daughter I banged one night drunk. I think he saw me shifting in the woods when I left her room." "You fucking idiot."

She said and went out of the house. She was walking alone in the bright light of street lights. She noticed a shadow was following her. She started to walk fast and that shadow was also walking fast to chase her. She also noticed that there was a cap on the head of the shadow. She changed the ally and stopped there at the corner, waiting for her stalker to turn to that ally. She was already sick of this stalker and because of Adrian she was totally frustrated. She put her hand in her bag in which she was carrying her water bottle. As soon as, that guy turned the ally. She sprayed pepper spray in his eyes.

“Did you get off on stalking my every move while I was in school? That's pretty much obsessive if you ask me.” “You can call it whatever you want. I was only keeping an eye on my possession. Monitoring her so she doesn't go out of line.” “Oh, right, I'm a captive. How could I forget so quickly?” I let out a sarcastic laugh, glaring daggers at him. “You do know that's against the law, right? I'm a human being, not a prisoner or your possession. These are terms that typically don't befit our status as humans who are supposed to be in a loving relationship.”

He quickly let go of Dahlia and she didn't bother to get her books before running away tearfully. "Who the f*ck!" Ricardo rubbed his head, turning back to see Ixora, his junior sis. She's a first year student, English major. Ricardo might be a s*x god and a jerk but Ixora is different completely. She's crazy and strict. "Are you insane?" He snapped, still rubbing his head. "Has it come to forcing girls to f*ck?, That's s*xual harassment you perverted hegoat!" She shouted angrily.

And then, as if splashed by a bucket of frigid cold water, my eyes snapped open and realization hit me in the gut. He was my stalker. I was literally kissing my fucking stalker. He was dangerous and seemed to have sold his soul to the devil. How could I forget that? And now the only thing on my mind was to get away from him. Planting both my palms against his chest, I pushed him, “Stop,” I panted heavily. He did. Pulling away instantly, he stepped back. My head spun, and the world spiraled in front of my eyes. I blinked several times, but my vision kept getting out of focus.

Danny My eyes are fixed on hers as I stare at her motionlessly. Why did I come back? Why is there something too familiar about this girl? And for chrissake, why am I staring at her like this? Am going to freak out. She blinks severally and my lips curve into a smile. And again WHY? I get over the trance when she closes her eyes and tightens her lips to a line and regains my frivolousness and withdraws from her.

I walked calmly toward the door, my heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. Behind me, Lydia remained frozen in the middle of the study like prey sensing the approach of a predator too late. The hallway outside felt colder somehow. Sharper. My phone vibrated suddenly inside my coat pocket. One message. Encrypted. Unknown sender. But I already knew who it was. [C: Meet me at the North Docks. 2:00 AM. Bring the "sample". The first Stalker has been spotted.] My breath caught. The Stalkers. The beginning of the end.

It was raw, hot, and felt like a summer sun. The sand beneath the creature’s feet turned to liquid glass instantly. The blast hit the Stalker full chest, shattering its translucent armor into a thousand shimmering shards. The beast was thrown backward fifty feet, tumbling over the dunes until it disappeared into the dark. The silence that followed was deafening. Cian stood there, his hands still shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The golden glow in his eyes slowly faded, leaving him looking exhausted and small again. He wobbled for a second before his knees gave out.