Crazy Stalker Novels & Stories

Jake glared at her. Syila stuck her tongue out and looked directly at Adam who was stunned to see the interaction of her new model with her best friend. “You guys know each other?” Adam couldn't hide his curiosity. “No, I don't know him, Brother. Who is he?” Jake smiled faintly. “So, you mean you wanted to put me in with her, huh, Dam?” “Yes, but Rizki wants to replace you, so that's how it is.” Adam cleared his throat. He looked at Syila meaningfully. “He's Jaguar Adytama, or Jake, the guy I talked to you about earlier.”

Sometimes, if the stars aligned just right, if her daddy was occupied with a stubborn drunk or a malfunctioning tap, they'd steal those minutes. Five minutes that burned hotter than any !re. Out back by the over"owing Dumpster, the stench of rotting gar- bage a strange aphrodisiac, or hidden in the dusty storeroom where the shadows danced like secrets. Sometimes, even in his truck, the rain drumming a frantic rhythm on the roof as he drove her wild. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling just hard enough to sting, his voice a low, guttural hum of need.

she asked. “because I do whatever I want with you, just the way you did to me. The thing is, I have never had a taste of a 50-year-old woman before.” He said moving the gun up her laps making her shiver. “This isn’t right Alex. You know it.” She mumbled in fear. “you are in no position to tell me what is right and is not right. Open your legs.” He said putting the gun in between her legs and parting them.

Not even the blooming trees at the racetrack could rival her beauty that day. Callan studied my expressions closely. He did not miss a single detail as I recounted the scene. The psychological tests went on throughout the night. By morning, the report was in my parents' hands. Callan explained, "It's primarily psychological trauma, along with severe hallucinations and delusions. I recommend inpatient treatment." "Bullshit! I'm not sick!" I roared. A sedative was injected into my arm. Even so, I thrashed and yelled, "My wife's waiting for me at home! I have to go back!"

“I'm not like you.” “Just hit me back!” He screamed this time. I stared at him in shock. “You're a fucking psycho!” “Yes!” He yelled back at me. “I'm a psycho who loves only one man. God forbid I want to keep you by my side forever! I didn't fucking commit any crime! I only wanted to get to know you more!” “By following me and secretly taking my photos?” “It still isn't a fucking crime!”

" I looked up and clearly saw the way her eyes shifted away. At that moment, time seemed to rewind to that rainy night ten years ago. Back then, I was just a carefree teenager. My biggest worry was figuring out how to hide my awkward crush on Jasmine. She was the older sister of my best friend, Jayden. On my eighteenth birthday, we skipped school and went to a bar… That day became the nightmare that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Jayden saw a group of thugs trying to assault a girl. Being the righteous person he always was, he stepped in to stop them. I could not remember clearly what happened after that. All I remembered were the girl's screams, the sounds of struggling, and the du

The air feels thicker, harder to breathe. A sick, heavy dread settles in my stomach. He’s here. My stalker is here. And I have no idea who he is. But I know— I know— he’s watching me.

Zara made an effort to stay ahead, but the stalker was closing in. "Kael!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking. "It moves too quickly!" "Keep going!" His voice was forceful as he called back. "We must not allow it to capture us!" Zara was aware that they couldn't outrun it indefinitely, though. The stalker was larger, quicker, and more determined. Her gaze returned to the crystal while her thoughts raced, trying to find an answer. It was their only opportunity. Ignoring Kael's cries of protest, she halted her pace and faced the beast. Zara felt the energy within her rise as the crystal's brilliance burst in her hand, brighter than before. The stalker paused, its luminous eyes narrowing in recog

Zeke says, looking confused. “Oh, you should be careful who you pay, jock. Might catch the crazy.” I stare at him so shocked at the nastiness coming from Kirk. “Get out,” I manage to say. Kirk ignores me and smugly continues. “You do realize she thinks she’s a shapeshifter right? Swears her accident was the result of a monster crashing her car and attacking her. It’s all in that notebook she clings too. Fucking Crazy man.” Zeke is suddenly up and out of the bed, grabbing Kirk by his shirt. “I thought you were an asshole, but damn, you are the fucking king of assholes.”

Lisa struggled to contain her fear and cried out, pleading, but her sounds were suppressed, reduced to meaningless moans. With absolute dominance, this thug took Lisa out of the nightclub through the back door. Their footsteps echoed through empty streets and dimly lit alleyways. Lisa felt as if she had fallen into a nightmare, where dim street lights cast a hazy glow on her face. Her heart pounded erratically in sheer terror.