Funny Stalkers Novels & Stories

I no longer believed in coincidences. Or did I ever believe in them? Nick: “Define stalking.” Me: “Leave me alone.” Nick: “I heard you moved. Can’t be easy for you.” I almost dropped the phone. I was joking about the stalking. But now? Now I was seriously concerned. Me: “How do you know that?” Nick: “I’m a stalker.” A&&hole. Me: “Tell me the truth.” Nick: “I’m the alpha king.”

“What guy? Like a detective?” “No. A hacker.” Thomas grinned at her with a devilish smirk. “I will tell you everything, but first I need to say the other thing.” Both of them shot me a curious look and I continued with a smile. “Steven found something. We might have a clue who the stalker is. The owner of the maze is her father.” “Why didn’t you say that earlier?” Thomas eyed me. “Well, we were having such a fun ride, I didn’t want to spoil it.” I shrugged and picked out my mobile to google Spookyville.

"I found out who it was ..." My eyes winded. "Who " i frowned. .. She has been stalked by someone before ..??? Thats scary. "I always knew someone was stalking me .....i always felt like he was watching me ....he was ..." "Who ?" I asked out of curiosity. "Miss Jane's dog " . . . . I slapped my hand on my head Why .! Why?? Why do i have such a stupid friend !! "You know why he always stared at me " I look at her with a not interested face .

he brawled and his eyes looked swollen. “A stalker. A rich, shirtless—” “I have a shirt!” he cuts in, angry. I hope those eyes doesn't become something else but to cover my worries, I continued. “—creepy hockey player who sneaks into women's apartments in the middle of the night.” “I LIVE HERE!” he capitalized placing his hands on his head like I've mentioned the worst. “That's exactly what a stalker would say!” Seven made a soubd which resemble a growl and a scream.

Nova said. Sadie-Rae turned fast. “No, you will not.” “Why?” “Because your stalker is sitting outside.” “He is not my stalker.” “You hear yourself, right?” “You literally just counted the number of days he’s been watching you.” Nova grabbed the flashlight from beneath the register. “Stay here.” “That is exactly what women say five minutes before the documentary narrator tells us they were never seen again.”

She straightened herself to her full height and narrowed her eyes at the girl who looked ready to faint. “Listen to me young lady. You will inform this weird man right now and tell him that either he will meet with all of us, or we walk out of here and report him for harassing our best friend. Do I make myself clear.” As she finished her little speech, she put her hands on her hips, I guess making sure to drive home the point really good. Suddenly someone chuckled before we could hear that same person clearing their throat. We could not see the person because his table was behind the hostesses stand and hidden behind a curtain. But just a moment later a deep voice could be heard from that di

“My stalkers had been doubled since the shootout.” “Stalkers?” Oh. “Bodyguards.” I clarified. “Stalkers is just my term of endearment for them.” Getting Sergio and the others to loosen up was a lot of work but I was making progress. Lanky, for one, has starting smiling at my antics. “Oh my goodness.” Georgiana laughed. “It’s just totally you to refer to your bodyguards as stalkers.” It was also totally me to enter a clandestine affair with my step brother but who cares.

But my hands shake as I trace the edge of one photo, remembering the way his eyes looked right through me tonight. "I'm such an idiot," I whisper to my reflection in the dark window. "Such a pathetic, invisible idiot." My phone buzzes with a notification someone tagged me in a social media post. My blood turns to ice as I open the app and see what awaits me. It's a video from tonight, shot by someone in the stadium tunnel. The caption reads: "Creepy Omega stalker caught spying on hockey gods! #StalklerAlert #OmegaProblems #Pathetic"

“So, is that it? You realized he’s not the guy you thought?” I hesitate, trying to put it into words. “It’s more complicated. Things were great... until I got a stalker,” I admit, and almost immediately someone squeals from across the room. “Oh my God! Like a real stalker? Is he hot?” A bubbly woman plops down in a chair, her eyes wide with excitement. “That’s Lilly,” Sasha explains with a laugh. “She loves her romance novels. Not all stalkers are dreamboat types, Lilly!” she teases.

The next swipe made all of us scream She had screenshots of my old I*******m stories. Stories I deleted, stories that were up for ten minutes because I hated how my face looked. There were notes typed underneath each screenshot, little comments analyzing my expressions, my mood, what I might’ve been thinking. Like a detective, but obsessed. “Maya…” I whispered. “Yeah, no, I don’t like this anymore,” Maya said, her voice wobbling. “This is… this is giving crime documentary.” “I told you !” Sienna squeaked. “I said stalkers were sexy but this is not what I meant. I meant li…like a hot guy in a hoodie who writes poetry, not this girl spying like a freaky creepy CIA”