Crazy Stalker Novels & Stories

With that done, the stalker then dealt with the rest of Gerald’s family not too long before he, Zyla, and Peter had arrived… Since he couldn’t spot his grandfather’s body, Gerald had a gut feeling that he wasn’t dead, but rather captured like the rest of his family. Needless to say, Gerald also knew for a fact that the stalker’s end goal had something to do with him. From breaking spiritual artifacts apart to killing the massive anaconda, the mysterious master coming after him seemed extremely capable. With that in mind, Gerald had been thinking about the possibilities of dealing with him throughout his way back from Mayberry.

His words tumbled out of his beutiful mouth sounding harsh in my ears. I felt like something had struck me flat knocking me on the ground,nobody ,I mean nobody have ever called me a moron,I immediately hate him and withdrew all the compliments I had thought of him. He wasn't an angel but a dick wiessel. Yes,a dick wiessel. “Are you crazy or something” He spoke again this time looking at me with disdain . “You are the one who is crazy ” I suddenly stated before closing my mouth as the fabric of reality struck me,he was supposed to be my boss .

Leonardo was thinking about returning to his family and finding out what was really happening as he couldn’t understand how a young hybrid can become insane unless he did find his mate and she died. The men were busy in the discussion when they heard an alarm, Crazy Doctor suddenly became alert when he realized it was his phone. “Someone broke into my home,” he quickly said and disappeared from the room. The men were still baffled how Crazy Doctor could appear and disappear from the campus anytime he wanted and it was impossible for them to do it. They had also noticed that over the past three years that Crazy Doctor seemed to be moving faster and seemed more intelligent than them. They wond

Adrianna replied. Alissa jumped on to the first excuse that came across her mind, "You were right, I do miss Brandon a lot." "I knew it!" they squealed. "Why don't you call him?" "He is busy guys, with sports and all." "True. Maybe we could plan a triple date," said Lexie. Alissa wanted to faint when she heard that, how much more of Aron could she face. Should she just come clean to her friends and tell them everything but that would only make her stalker. Her mind buzzed with questions.

Ok so now lets end this now, we will meet later. Bye. Dear diary. Ok ok izz calm calm no screaming and jumping - my consy said. How can I not consy - I spoke. I started jumping on my bed and screaming. I am sure if anyone sees me like this they will definitely book a bed for me in mental asylum. Suddenly some knocked the door. "Bhabhi are you ok what happened. Why are you screaming - said Adam from outside and I bit my tounge. "Yeah adam I am ok actually I saw lizard that's why - I said.

I'm running from a fucking psychopath I need to hurry. Just as I was about to honk again, the door of the car opened and someone wearing leather boots stepped out. I blinked slowly trying to understand what the hell was happening when he stepped closer to my car. I didn't know how to react as I stared at him. “Long time no see Malysh.” He said while flashing me that creepy smile of his.

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.

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

Chapman. Their both hands were bound in front of them, their heads slumped forward. Blood stained Mia’s dress, her body limp. Mrs. Chapman’s breathing was ragged, her face pale. Bryan’s heart pounded. “Mia, Mom!” he whispered. Then, a slow, deliberate clap echoed through the room. From the darkness, Ronan Carter stepped forward. He looked just as Bryan remembered—cold eyes, sharp features, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. But there was something different now. A madness in his stare, a hunger for revenge.

The chest remained still, yet the beast vibrated with a low-frequency hum that rattled the teeth. Silence Stalker. The name drifted through my mind, a fragment of lore Nash had once recited to me. They eat the sound. They hunt the quiet. Nash cursed, a ragged sound of pure frustration. He lunged forward, swinging the heavy bone crutch like a club. "Get back! Stay away from them!" The movement was clumsy. Nash’s ruined legs gave him no leverage. He was slow. The Stalker didn't even dodge. It simply twitched—a blur of motion.