Funny Stalkers Novels & Stories

“Two massive guys in black suits literally watched me pack my bags, escorted me out, and drove me all the way to New Jersey. They didn't say a single word the entire ride. And the street... Yara, when we walked out, the crushed car was gone. Everything was gone….it looked like nothing had even happened. Who the hell is Kieran Volkov?” ​My grip tightened on the phone. My heart ached at the terror in her voice—terror I had dragged her into. “He’s exactly who the media says he is, Tess. A very powerful, very wealthy athlete who takes his security way too seriously. The men who came after me last night were... stalkers. People obsessed with the fact that he suddenly claimed me in public. Kieran’

She is no joke in alcohol! Having fun while looking in my social media, I tried to not do what I am thinking but my hands betrayed me! ‘I am not a stalker…. I am not a stalker…. I am not a stalker…’ I continuously mumbles to myself as I tried to believe that what I am doing is not stalking. ‘I am just looking for some… things… I am not a stalker or what..' [Drake Peterson] I search in my chat box. Although the thing that welcome me is not eye pleasing.

You say: “Come in. If you're a stalker, we need to talk because I need to know what level of unemployment have you reached that you decided to stalk someone as boring as me , if you are a serial killer we could team up and we get to check off some names from my list and I get my revenge you get your satisfaction.” Silence. Then— Knock. Knock. The door slowly opens by itself. Nobody is standing outside. Cold air rolls across the stone floor. And then a man's voice comes from somewhere behind me:

I shouted, provoking the stalker. I went to the locations where I could sense his presence and hear his chuckles in haste, but he suddenly disappeared as I approached the exact spot, as if I were just hallucinating. He taunted while laughing, "Yow, you're too slow—find me if you can!" I shouted back as I got furious and tried searching for him, hoping to catch him: "Stop laughing—are you a crazy hyena?" However, he was so good at hiding and was very agile, so he disappeared every time I searched for him on the spot where I heard his voice.

“You need to chill, Ayesha. It’s fine now. The gifts and notes stopped weeks ago, which means they probably didn’t mean any real harm in the first place.” She let out a long, dramatic sigh and shook her head like I was some naive little kid. “That’s not how it works, Willow. Stalkers don’t just… stop because you added a better lock. This person, he or she is clearly obsessed with you. Don’t you see how dangerous that is? You watch the same true-crime documentaries I do. This is how it always starts.”

he explained with beads of sweat already on his forehead and I laughed. “It feels so nice to tease you. You looked like you were about to piss on yourself. I love that. I will be doing it more often from now on.” I told him and he groaned and looked around. Most of the people waiting had their eyes on him after i called him a stalker. “And you still decided to do it despite knowing that people are here?” he asked me in disbelief. “That's the fun here. Look at their faces. They look like they are about to call the cops on you.” I told him and laughed.

I furiously said. “Why would I tell you? I’m not slow. Whatever I say will be against me. So, letting you figure it out makes things more interesting— don’t you think.” Brad began to laugh. Every time we moved closer, Brad gently squeezed the trigger. We are dead if we try anything. I glanced at my coworker, who was on the ground bleeding from the back. Fuck. “Why stalked women?? Why those people specifically?” I asked. “Stalking is such a strong word; I prefer INTENSE RESEARCH OF AN INDIVIDUAL,” Brad stated as he pulled the trigger. I fell onto my knees— I began to black out.

Skylo, the traitor, just chuckles from the bar, clearly enjoying the chaos. “So, let me get this straight,” I breathe slowly. “First, I’m basically kidnapped into a mafia boss’s house. Then, when I was finally let out to school, I find out I was being stalked. And now, my stalker turns out to be related to the same man who’s supposed to be protecting me?”. “Pretty much.” Robert grinned. I shoot him a cold look that could kill. “You’re all fucking insane.” I yelled, unable to contain my emotions any longer

They look alarmed by my abrupt decision so I swing the camera to their faces and pout. “Look guys… we're supposed to be happy starting at this new school but… there's this guy that keeps stalking me, so we might have to enroll in another school…” Another pout, another hair flick. JoshGymWater: Who's the asshole that's bothering Jo, tell us and we'll take care of him. Mimipoutylips: Tell us, Jo we'll deal with him. Hotbodjim: Is he a senior or a creeper, send us a pic...

Pfft, Roy wouldn't hurt a fly, never in a million years would I even think it was Roy. "Ok then." Why does it even have to be from my personal life? It could be someone else stalking me too, to gain access to stalking you. Or maybe Stenz could be an evil mastermind, sitting somewhere with a glass of iced Takila in a really dark and beautifully decorated room, but you wouldn't notice the beauty of the room because, you know, it's dark. And he has some kind of screen watching your every move. He is probably sending one of his best-camouflaged minions to do the filthy dirty work for him.