Novel & Cerita Funny Stalkers

“I thought stalkers, well, stalked people they found attractive. Watched them undress, got closer to them…” He chuckles, leaning against the desk as he looks at me. “There are different types of stalkers, little birdie. Sure, there are those who fixate on someone they want, someone they crave. It could be just from a glance, a fleeting moment of desire, and they become obsessed, needing to see that person in every vulnerable moment.”

“What now? Another online boyfriend showing up in Telluride?” “No. One of my stalkers is getting creepy.” Sidney reached down into the bag and pulled up a piece of licorice, nibbling on it nervously. “Just one?” Wes waited for her to respond, but Sidney just stared at him. “Creepy how?” he finally said, his tone leveled. “He’s just gotten really weird. First, he was talking about seeing what my insides look like. You know, quoting Scream. Then, he just said he wanted to catch me walking alone at Telluride and drag me into the bushes to have some fun.”

@MEHAK POV@ Since from the morning I'm feeling like someone following me I thought it was my imagination but still I feel someone following me but why someone follow me who might be that is it that people or who will follow me am I in danger shall I call to lucky and ask for help there I seen a guy arguing with another guy later they both are laughing I can say he is quite cute and charming guy later I understood he is the one who is following so I slowly escape from there and stood behind him he is searching for me I tapped on his shoulder and said "hello MR. STALKER" his eyes widened and he is confused too I can say that he is cute even in confusion state I raised my eyebrows he shrugged h

She shouldn’t call herself Mel’s friend if she didn’t do something. —If that wasn’t enough, I came home to try to chill with a relaxing movie, but what do I get? A stalker movie! Seriously, the plot was about this guy who broke up with this crazy woman that’s more than just a little obsessed with him. He moved completely across the country to get away from her. He starts a new life with a new girl and all is good, right? Wrong, Crazy ex has followed him and now she’s stalking him.

Of course. The replies were wild. “Lmaoo not her working the late shift.” “This is why I don’t talk to randoms. Embarrassing.” “That hoodie again?? She really needs help.” Clown emojis. Fire emojis. Someone even dropped a popcorn gif like it was a movie. But there were a few decent comments. “Y’all are weird.” “She literally minds her business. Why are y’all obsessed?” “Imagine stalking someone’s job then making a fake video. Seek help.”

“I love that you only think of the worst possible scenarios as a situation.” “Knowing you, it’s usually one of those two.” “I haven’t needed a new identity in a while.” “Yes, but the last time it was a complete and utter poop show.” Even exhausted, he tried to avoid swearing. “Did you just say poop show?” I looked over at Malachi, who raised an eyebrow. “Yes, did you only call to make fun of my verbiage?” “No…right. So, the last couple of days, I have had a stalker.”

GAVIN I read the text again, analysing different types of stalkers in my head. There are journalists I pay to take off the heat. There are those whom I just create diversions, and there are those who usually want to fish money from me using threats. The next text confirms the type of stalker this is. I will expose you for the fraud you are, was in the first message, which came out as a threat. [Meet me in person, so we can talk business, and let the story die]

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.

A text from Marco came through: "The actors just went inside. Looks like they're getting their final payment." I let out a cold laugh. I got out of the car and strode toward the building. In the elevator, I saw my reflection. Bloodshot eyes, a shadow of a beard, wrinkled suit. I looked like a madman. Maybe I was. Fourth floor. Vivienne's apartment. I was about to knock when the door opened. Three men walked out. They froze when they saw me. I recognized them. The "stalkers." "Mr. Carvalho?" one of them asked.

“So, what do you think of him?” Maia showed Anaya a picture from her phone and Anaya frowned. “Hell no, is that your guy?” Anaya asked and Maia laughed out loud. “Noooo! There’s no way I’m going to go out with someone like him. He’s the one I told you about that kept on stalking me because of his black girl fetish.” “Ohh.” Anaya took a closer look at the man before biting off from her pizza. “His face totally screams stalker vibes.” She chuckled.