Funny Stalkers Novels & Stories

The creatures below were still reaching, still making sounds like grinding metal mixed with human screaming. "What were those?" I managed. "Stalkers," Amon said between gasps. "Class C. They hunt in packs and use the subway cars as lairs." He looked at his ankle where the thing had grabbed him. The fabric of his pants was torn, and beneath, I could see deep scratches that oozed dark blood. "Damn it." "How bad?" I pulled out my med kit. "Not deep. But their claws carry infection." He grimaced as I cleaned the wound. "I'll be fine for now, but we need to move fast. If it gets worse..."

“They don’t water their drinks here. Have you ordered dinner? Let’s get some food.” Over dinner I told her about my internet stalkers and what Ethan had done to them. She laughed so hard gin and tonic came out of her nose. That had to have hurt, but it was good to see her smile again. The smile quickly dropped off her face when I told her about the new batch of stalkers and their not-quite buzz cuts. “Those sound like serious types,” she said. “Be careful.” “I thought that was all over!” I set my empty glass down on the table a bit too hard. “I’m not doing anything! Why are people following me?”

It sounded like this was his routine, and they weren’t his fans, they were mine, I felt the heat rising up to my neck, shame almost turning me to a tomato. “I do care about them.” He smiled softly, “I know. I saw all you did for them during your fan meetings, or whenever one of them bumped into you. Even the stalkers.” I suck in a breath, “The stalkers! I wonder whatever happened to them, they disappeared.” “Sounds like you want the, to continue stalking.” he says with creased brows before returning his gaze to the road. “No! Of course not, it is just, do stalkers just disappear? I had a fear of them coming back when I least expected it.”

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

“All of which I could forgive if you didn’t set me up with an anorexic Mexican who believes he is a fictional character; ruining one of my favorite romance novels with the experience! Now you won’t have to worry about the big city swallowing my midget body whole, since the proper schizophrenic you gave my personal information is stalking me!” I stamp my foot with a sharp intake of breath. “He’s a stalker, Nicky! You know how I feel about stalkers! They are up there with being late, daisies and Hitler! ” I heave in a shaky breath, battling down the panic.

She turned to Anne who was just watching them in amusement, she could already tell both of them would be great company. "There is every fucking reason for me to be mad! What if he's my stalker?" "Calm down sister." Daniella said. "Wait! Wait! What?! You have a stalker?" "Yea, she does." Daniella answered with glee, "An Anonymous one, also rich, like he got the bag." She winked at Anne and they both giggled. "You two, this is not funny." Korina huffed joining them on the sofa. "Please fill me in on everything, tell me all about it." Anne said excitedly, "The should be damn exciting."

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.

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.

She said and went out of the house. She was walking alone in the bright light of street lights. She noticed a shadow was following her. She started to walk fast and that shadow was also walking fast to chase her. She also noticed that there was a cap on the head of the shadow. She changed the ally and stopped there at the corner, waiting for her stalker to turn to that ally. She was already sick of this stalker and because of Adrian she was totally frustrated. She put her hand in her bag in which she was carrying her water bottle. As soon as, that guy turned the ally. She sprayed pepper spray in his eyes.

They kicked me out of your fan group. 'So it's him!' Stella felt a chill run down her spine. She remembered him as a crazed fanatic. This man had stalked her, taken secret photos, and even used her images on various dolls, performing sleazy acts. His behavior was utterly disgusting. One of her dedicated fans had discovered his actions and alerted the rest of the fan community. The incident blew up. Not only did Stella know about it, but Lucas did too. Once Lucas found out, he acted swiftly and decisively to get rid of the man.