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She bowed her head and picked up her book again “Something like this would have been totally cool in the fictional world.” “I still need more details about him, though. Don’t try to escape it.” She folded her legs; I knew she wouldn’t let me off that easily. G was a helpless dark romance reader; her excitement when she heard I had a stalker that looked like he was a descendant of Hercules himself was priceless. She loved me, I knew that, but her being a reader, I expected this already. I hit my forehead with my hand tiredly. “I have a stalker, Gianna. This isn’t books; this is real life.”

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE : Old Enemies GRANT POV I managed to lure Nova out of her room without a flicker of suspicion. Of course I did. She’s nosy, predictable, and like any wise man worth his bullets, I kept that little detail hidden until I could make the most of it.

I turned around to turn on the monitor to see that she was glaring at her friend. "We might be fucked." The friend said in return. "Why?" Vivianne asked in a confused tone. "Did you know who that was?" She asked, gesturing at my door, not knowing I was behind the door watching their entire interactions. "My stalker." "He definitely has better things to do than stalking you. That, my dear friend, is the CEO of the biggest gaming company in Europe. Mr. Russell Richardson." Vivianne fell silent. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish gasping for breath out of the water. She finally talked.

Traps await everywhere, what is clear they must remain vigilant. The car that was left in the old building was completely empty, all the money and weapons had been put into another car that was brought by the bodyguards. So that Adam can come home with a calm and comfortable heart. Sacrificing one car is not a problem, the mansion still has dozens of luxury car collections.

The Master AI blinked, projecting the route. << ACTIVATING ROUTE GUIDANCE. DISTANCE TO BIOLOGY RESEARCH CENTER: 5 KILOMETERS. >> << ROUTE: THROUGH SLUM AREAS CONTAMINATED BY 'PEEPER ZOMBIES' (NEW VARIANT: 'STALKER ZOMBIE' – HIGHLY CUNNING, MOVES WITHOUT SOUND, SENSITIVE TO WI-FI SIGNALS). << Warning: High risk of falling into the 'Silence Trap'. >> Stalker Zombies? Wi-Fi signal sensitive? Bima frowned.

But before I could even reach him, he jumped in my direction. My survival instinct tells me to strike the metal in him, so I did. He was distracted, but he caught my arm. "Klahh!" Sh*t! I hardened my fist and hit him in the face. I was about to launch another punch but he stopped. Then, his body collapses. What's happening?! Just as I roamed my eyes around, I saw a man standing in front of me. He has a tall and slim figure. I couldn't see his face as the moon's brightness didn't reach his side. But my eyes were locked on his burning red eyes. An alpha.

And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.

She cursed the tears that had made her miss her way so… cursed the entire town and the day she ever set foot in it. Natalie had always thought Clarksville was bad— and to be honest, it was, but at least she could deal with the things that happened to her over there, Being bullied and being the town outcast seemed to be nothing when placed in comparison to having a stalker watch your every mood while claiming you as his! Oh Natalie, but what makes you think it’s a man? Her subconscious mocked darkly, drawing a shiver out of the young, scantily-clad woman. She didn’t even have time to contemplate if her shivering had to do with her thoughts or with the chilly nature of her surroundings, for sh

"He’s watching the heat signatures in your bed. He wants to see if your heart rate spikes when you think of the boy in the basement." "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "Because the quiet is a lie," the Stalker said. "He’s moving the signatures for the merger to tonight. He’s not waiting for Monday. He’s doing it now while you’re locked in. He thinks he’s cut your legs off." "I can't do anything," I said. "I have no phone. I have no way out." "You have your voice," the Stalker said. "And you have the truth. The quiet is your weapon. Use it to make him think you’ve surrendered. When a man thinks he’s won, he gets sloppy with his keys."