Novel & Cerita Crazy Stalker

My skin crawled as his beady eyes scanned my body, before announced, “Would you look at that, brother? The strippers are finally here.”

Everything was moving way too fast. Looking at Brice's ring on me, I feel dizzy, happy, and intoxicated with joy. If I died and gone to hell I'd be smiling, thinking I've lived my life to the fullest. It couldn't get any better, I don't even know how to get down from my pedestal. I was walking on cloud nine, feeling like nothing can bring my happiness down, not even the freaking stalker. Well... maybe the stalker.

"Maia, are you really this stupid, or are you just acting? Someone could sell you out, and you'd still be there thanking the person who did it." His tone had shifted. It wasn't playful anymore. A cold chill began to creep up my spine. This wasn't some kinky game. He wasn't joking. "W-What do you want? Why did you tie me up?" "What does it look like? I caught myself a prime piece of meat, and I'm going to get a good price for it." A prime piece of meat. A good price. Suddenly, every horror story I'd ever read about women vanishing in remote areas flashed through my mind.

The man named Edward brought his face closer to Rasha's. The two people were arguing in the middle of the silent night. But they didn't argue in an ordinary room but in the abortion room. The woman's body was already wearing nothing but a blanket, just waiting for a signal from Edward. After that, the woman's womb would be forcibly aborted even though it would endanger Rasha's life. Edward Clark, a famous actor, aged 28 years. He has played roles in more than 30 films. Too busy, yet too rich. Plus too handsome, and any woman willing to give their body to make love as much as anything with Edward. And it put Edward to good use.

Messy hair, black beanie, skinny jeans, and a smug smile with black, hateful eyes. Curt Fowler was Marley’s stalker.

But my hands shake as I trace the edge of one photo, remembering the way his eyes looked right through me tonight. "I'm such an idiot," I whisper to my reflection in the dark window. "Such a pathetic, invisible idiot." My phone buzzes with a notification someone tagged me in a social media post. My blood turns to ice as I open the app and see what awaits me. It's a video from tonight, shot by someone in the stadium tunnel. The caption reads: "Creepy Omega stalker caught spying on hockey gods! #StalklerAlert #OmegaProblems #Pathetic"

I saw my own name, then my father’s, and then, a folder labeled STALKER_SCRIPT_TRACE. I opened it. My eyes scanned the data, my brain struggling to make sense of the complex network of IP addresses and routing logs. But then I saw the signature. It wasn't an external hacker. It wasn't a random, faceless criminal. The credential used to initiate the stalker script, to bypass the penthouse security, and to breach my personal studio database was clearly marked: ADMINISTRATIVE CREDENTIAL: GARRISON_VANCE.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

I decided to take another step. "Do you know what CFNM means?"' I asked her cautiously. "Clothed Female, Naked Male," she replied with a smirk. "You've done some homework," I said, smiling. "I fantasize about that Karen, it would make the feeling of being your slave more... complete." "Oh, I think that's hot, I've imagined it just that way Jack." "Okay, and now it's my turn to be weird," I said, "in a lot of my fantasies I'm, uh... I'm on a collar and leash. And the woman uses the leash to... make me do things. Is that too weird for you?"

They were incredibly fast, their multi-jointed legs eating up the uneven terrain without breaking a sweat. "Crystal-Stalkers!" Reaper identified them, shifting his sniper rifle to his left shoulder while steering his bike with one hand. "They're drawn to the kinetic vibration of the convoy! They're hunting the heavy rigs in the middle of the pack!" "Do not break formation!" Dax ordered. "Reyes! Jax! Keep them off the transports!" The Stalkers lunged. Three of the massive crystal beasts leaped from the glowing underbrush, aiming directly for a flatbed rig carrying a dozen terrified refugees and the Code-Born kids.