Creepy Stalkers Novels & Stories

After a moment, Jorvan took out an infernal bill from his pocket. However, the money was covered in sticky blood. When it touched my skin, I went and got a rag to wipe it off. In the next second, I froze in place and dared not move. Oh no. In such horror games, only players could see blood. They could also see the actual undead nature of the ghouls. Jorvan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth as he stared at me. “Who are you? Where did the original owner of this food stall go?”

His tall stature and aloof demeanor made her feel small and defenseless. "We've finally met, my creepy stalker," Sumire remarked wryly upon encountering her unsettling pursuer. The man possesses a large and imposing physique. Loomed over her, his actions and presence exuding a sense of darkness and threat. He leaned in closely, his lips exploring every corner of her skin, as his red eyes, brightened by her intoxicating scent, fixated on her. Dark and foreboding, a sinister grin appeared on his face, and a fang extended slowly, adding an eerie touch to the encounter. In a deep, husky, and compelling tone, he murmurs.

Lizzy whispered while trying to return it back to her. "He seems really scary, and I can't take a step forward. Just go over and throw it at him then you return" Isabella pushed her forward. Lizzy handed the paper over to Sebastian and immediately kept her distance. "Mr. Adrian has to prove his usefulness by catching the stalker within a year, if not he will pay back 10 times of every dime!" The more Sebastian read, the more he felt that the whole thing is ridiculous. "Are you crazy?! You even went on to tell him about the stalker?! What the hell has gotten into you?!" He yelled at Isabella who immediately hid behind Lizzy.

No matter how many times my older brother would tell me there was nothing there, I could always find some toy that I was convinced had moved or some dust spot I believed had been disturbed, and I would argue that those things proved that whatever was under my bed was alive and well. Of course, the big difference between then and now is that monsters do not exist but I know all too well that stalkers do. In addition, the worst thing that monsters under your bed do is scare you and prevent you from getting a good night sleep. In contrast, the worst thing that stalkers do is write “slut” on your car in red spray-paint, throw condoms and lubricant in your yard, cut up all your underwear and se

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.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

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.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

The black blood of the stalker hissed as it hit the stone, a foul, acidic smell filling the narrow tunnel. "They hunt in waves!" Kaelen shouted, her own blade flashing as three more of the things dropped from the dark. The Sentinels formed a circle, their backs to the center, but the sheer number of stalkers was overwhelming. They were pouring out of the cracks in the ceiling like a flood of pale flesh. I felt the panic rising, but then I felt the cool, steadying influence of the black veins on my arms. They didn't want me to hide. They wanted to feed.