Creepy Stalking Stories Novels & Stories

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. "Hi, my beloved mate."

SOPHIA My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the folder on my phone. The first photo was me — two years ago, sitting in a campus coffee shop, laughing with friends, completely unaware I was being watched. Before our parents ever met. Before Cain Hilton became my stepbrother. He had been stalking me. Planning this. Horror and a sick, twisted thrill warred inside my chest. I was still naked, the heavy collar locked around my throat, his cum from last night dried on my thighs. Cain slept soundly beside me, his powerful body relaxed, cock soft but still intimidating against his thigh.

I glare at him, tempted to tell him to leave. “Touch. Nothing. Do you understand me?” He nods and smiles but I don’t miss the slight smirk on his face. His eyes are darting around the room and he looks far too interested in everything here. I just know I’m going to regret this. Ryann explains to me all about how there are these people who have been stalking her and how they’ve been going around killing people and how they’ve taken a little girl. It’s absolutely awful. I wish they had come to me sooner. If I had known it was this important a problem I would have come to see them immediately. She then tells me about some of the spells that they suspect the criminals have been using. They sound

Everyone else stares at her like she just confessed to murder. That’s not creepy at all. A shiver honestly runs down my back. “You do realize that’s called stalking?” I ask, unsettled by how unapologetic she looks. “I did nothing wrong. I could’ve been waiting for someone at the curb,” she replies smugly. “You literally admitted you saw me walk in and decided to wait outside just to spy on me. That’s not waiting. That’s obsession and it’s kind of wrong, not to mention creepy as fuck.”

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. When she starts making bizarre requests of you, subtly direct her to another 'more interesting' guy. Try not to use a friend. That's kind of cold. For the next few weeks, make sure the latest victim doesn't end up as a Missing Person. After that, you've done your civic duty so you can move on guilt-free.

Everyone else stares at her like she just confessed to murder. That’s not creepy at all. A shiver honestly runs down my back. “You do realize that’s called stalking?” I ask, unsettled by how unapologetic she looks. “I did nothing wrong. I could’ve been waiting for someone at the curb,” she replies smugly. “You literally admitted you saw me walk in and decided to wait outside just to spy on me. That’s not waiting. That’s obsession and it’s kind of wrong, not to mention creepy as fuck.”

I continued with my story feeling a sick shiver run through my body picturing the way he looked at me, the look of love and affection which was sat there not a second before vanished, I had truly awoken something in that man. “He began to stalk me, it started with me just seeing him at the random places I would be at sometimes, he’d always make an excuse to come over to me and talk, asking if I’d changed my mind. Each time I would tell him I hadn’t and we were never getting back together again, the anger in his eyes worsened each time. By the next month, everywhere I went, Dean seemed to be but no longer was he just walking around normally, he’d stand at the edge of wherever I was and watch

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

"While I was walking home in the rain, I noticed someone following me. I got so scared that I started walking faster. The street was completely empty because of the storm. Whenever I stopped, the person behind me stopped too. I clutched my bag to my chest and broke into a run, and he started chasing me. I sprained my ankle, but I didn't stop. "I kept running until I tripped and fell. Then, a man wearing a hoodie appeared right in front of me. I knew he was the one chasing me because he was completely out of breath. I asked him why he was following me, but he just slapped me and told me he'd been stalking me for a while and was going to have his way with my body. "I panicked and started beggi

, She exclaimed, raising her hand. “How about you help me in finishing all these things?” I asked, ignoring the fact that she again called my savior a creepy stalker. . Third Person’s POV . I was in shock! I was literally in shock, realizing what Falak thought about me. You could call me a creepy stalker because all my work was like one. In fact, I had also installed a chip under her table so that I could hear her melodious voice whenever I wanted, and I was thankful that I was hearing what kind of conversation she was having with her friend.