Creepy Stalking Novels & Stories

Can he be any more irritating? " Look, just stop all of this. You wouldn't get anything by stalking me, always staring at me like some creep. Following me and coming to my workplace every day, it's not romantic. It's not heartwarming. It's disgusting. It's creepy. It shows just your craziness, your obsession not your love."

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.

I declared. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you so cruel?" she asked meekly. "Didn't you hear a thing I said? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. I never did, and I never will. You are a goddamn stalker. An annoying brat. You got stuck on me like a parasite, and I want to get rid of you. Starting today, I never want to see you again. You got that?" I said with gritted teeth.

The corridor feels too long and, worse, empty. I risk a glance over my shoulder. Then I see the stalker. Their hood is pulled low, baggy clothes making them look shapeless and faceless. And they are definitely following me. Cold dread floods my veins as I snap my head forward again. Don't panic, Nova. Just... keep moving. But the footsteps quicken too.

"Instead you decided to watch me from a distance, gather information about my life, and then stage a kidnapping when things got complicated. That's not honesty. That's stalking." "Stalking implies malicious intent. I never intended to hurt you." "Intent doesn't erase impact. You terrified me. You had your men run me off the road and drag me out of my car. You blindfolded me and tied me up and played strange sounds through hidden speakers that made my skin crawl. I thought I was going to die in that room." My voice cracked on the last word, and I hated myself for showing even that small weakness. "I was afraid, Adrian. Whatever you call yourself now, whoever you've become, you made me afraid.

My eyes close as the sparks travel throughout my body, and I try to focus on the now. “It’s okay. I need to tell this, and it should be now. This way, you are well informed and can decide if you still want to go through with this.” I’m about to tell her how dumb that sounds, but the look on her face forces me to be quiet. She’s serious about this, and I don’t want to downplay her feelings. “I have a stalker.” I look at Atlas, who is expressionless, as always. I look at Akia, and her face is as serious as a heart attack. Let me reserve judgment for now. “It started when I was 11 and it hasn’t stopped really. I’m originally from the Silent Crest Pack. Even though there’s no proof, I know that

It's a whole document, pages and pages, starting with photos scanned in high resolution, OMG the first one me at fifteen outside my school art class with my backpack slung low and hair messy from wind, looking like I didn't have a care in the world, and I stare at it feeling sick because how did he get this, was he there watching me even then, taking pictures like some creep hiding in the bushes? I scroll down and there's more, a timeline almost, me at sixteen in the park sketching trees, me at a cafe with friends laughing over coffee, me walking home alone at night from a part-time job, and then one that makes my blood run cold me in my room at seventeen through the window, undressing with

he laughs creepily reminding me of the dark alley. "Someone help me," I screamed as his disgusting lips fell on my neck, bile rose in my throat as his hands roam over my body. I thrashed violently "Help me." In a flash of a second, his body was removed from mine, and all I could see is see blood and the sounds of grunts and scream. Lucas lies on the floor. A man hovers over him in all black, and I already know who is the stalker. My hands tremble as I open the car door my hands trembling as I pushed on the accelerator.

is a brooding, emotionally constipated CEO who expresses his feelings through floral terrorism and vehicular stalking! "Vehicular stalking," Chloe repeated, snorting. "I'm stealing that." She nudged me with her elbow. "But come on. You have to admit, there's a certain... drama to it. Ilay is a gourmet meal. Satisfying, predictable. Jin is... a forbidden, potentially poisonous, but utterly addictive spice. Why don’t you consider a threesome!" I threw a pillow at her. “Chloe! I don’t need to add more problems to the mix!”

Let them build up to an incinerating level, then fuck them -- it's so worth it. Stalkers ignore ROs. That's okay. Now you can legally trap them. They'll do whatever you want. Not because they are afraid of you. It is an RO for God's sake -- one night in jail, maybe. No, they'll do whatever sex act you request because that's why they are stalking you in the first place; the sensual/emotional connection.