Romans & histoires Creepy Stalking Stories

Her Monster! Intro: He stalks her, watches her from the dark and still controls her. Owning her is never enough! Dahlia had met her very own monster and he wasn't one to be trifled with. Dahlia's P.O.V. Having a toxic sexual relationship with your stalker should be like the most twisted erotic romance story in history right? I mean stalking is a crime that's not just perverted but twisted and ominous. I shouldn't invite him in or rather I never should have let him into my house, my life and my body.

“Stalking someone, especially a woman, at night, is a serious crime! Was it like some sort of pervert or what? I hope he did not get close to you at all..” I looked at her directly. “I know who was stalking me. And I know why. The cops can’t really do much to help me, they’ll only make things worse. It was a thug following me, because I owe his gang leader money.” I shuddered as I spoke, relieving the memories of that day, when I was forced to promise to get then their money. “They will take me away, if I don’t give them their money in a week. That’s why they are stalking me to make sure I can’t escape.”

Not to mention the nightmares that have been plaguing me, presumably caused by that ghost feeling of someone following me. "There was no stalking involved," Stace replies uneasily, dark brows furrowing, as if that accusation actually offends him. "He was keeping an eye on you since after that incident. It shook me up, seeing you so close to death that I knew I needed to hire someone." I let out a long, loose breath. "We are mates..."

He has become my addiction, my desire. Suddenly, the same strange feeling crawls over me as if someone is watching us. “What's wrong?” “Could you close the window?” He turns his head to the window before looking into my eyes again. “Is something wrong?” He slowly pulls out from my space, gets off me, and approaches the window, zipping his black pants. “Someone is stalking me.” “A stalker?” He glances around the dark garden but it's empty and silent. “I don't see anyone.”

Could this get any worse than this? It's almost early morning and I still haven't gotten a wink of sleep yet. Everytime I close my eyes, the incident of the evening keeps playing over and over again in my head. Sighing, What happened back in the party feels no less than an episode of some nail-biting thriller series but at least one can rest after a series, movie or a fiction book. What's actually terrifying is when reality gets so creepy! I have a stalker. It sounds so implausible.

Brooklyn walked backward with fright, her face paling considerably as she stared with horror at her stalker standing at her doorstep. Petrified, she lost her ability to speak while he watched her like a hawk as if about to pounce upon his prey. “Please don’t kill me. I haven’t done anything to you,” she squeaked with terror, words failing her as panic gripped her body. His hazel eyes widened a little but nevertheless, he started approaching her without paying any heed to her words. The stout man along with other men, all clad in black suits stood to attention at her doorstep, waiting for their boss’s instructions. Were they all members of MC Black Devils? Brooklyn looked around to pick up so

I ask. He shakes his head. “No a few months back Damon had a bat shit crazy fucking stalker, she got a job at the hospital to be close to him, she broke into his apartment, set up cameras in the place, she fucking watched all three of us sleeping in Damon’s apartment. That was not even the worst part. She fucking broke into my parents’ house, they were the only ones staying in the house at the time. She fucking watched them sleep, would sneak into Damon’s old bedroom. she was in my fucking parents’ house.” He explains. My eyes widen more and more the creeper the story gets.

Tears begin to blur my vision as he cups my mouth with his hand. "I've been watching you for a long time," he hisses, and I choke in tears. Who is this psychopath? I don't recognize his voice at all, and the fact that he whispers so low doesn't help. My mind can't think anymore. Someone has actually been stalking me, and right now, here, he wants to take me. This is not a random attempt. This is planned. 'You're mine now," he growls through gritted teeth before lowering his head to kiss my neck. His ragged breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine.

Jack inched closer to her, his hands clasped tightly together as he recounted the unsettling events that had been unfolding in his life. Belle listened intently, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "You need my help?" She asked silently. "Yes, babe. I received a warning from my stalker sometimes ago," Jack said, his voice filled with unease. "They told me to leave what belonged to them alone. But I have no idea what they're talking about. I haven't taken anything from anyone." Belle leaned forward, her expression serious. "That's puzzling," she said, tapping her fingers on the table. "It seems like this person is trying to intimidate you into silence, but their motive is unclear. Have you ma

"Liam, you can't be here. You shouldn't miss me. We aren't a thing or soo..., what you are doing is called stalking. I'm going to call 911." " You wish!" " What?!! Are you alright? Have you hit your head? Noo, no, have you lost your mind?" " You feel it, don't you? The connection,..., the feeling...., the scent. I know you love it, you miss it.., you want it. "