Novel & Cerita Funny Stalkers

I say as I place him back on the ground and hold both his and Cindy’s hands as we walk to the parking lot. A few months ago, I had a stalking incident—an ex... well, even that term is too generous. He was simply one of the many who found their pleasure in pegging and hated that it made them feel 'gay'. Since they couldn't find any other women interested in the same, I became ‘it’ for them. Seeing me with Reimund upset them to the degree that they started vandalising the store and finally sending me pictures of myself, and then there was the cum covered groceries delivered to my doorstep.

She looked away, catching hold of his slightly exposed chest. "Isn't a kick too feisty for a girl that claims to be naive?" he asked, using both his hands to hold her hand above her head. "Are you stalking me? What do you want from me?" Nelly asked, picking her words. She felt intimidated by his gaze, and her clothes weren't helping matters. "Yes. I am stalking you, and I want answers, Nashira," he said, dragging the Nashira part. Nelly froze, feeling her heart skipping erratically. Her breathing turned uneven as she tried to calm her fast-beating heart.

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 was afraid that she would be jealous when she found out that Anthony was laughing with another woman besides her. “I like you laughing. You look more handsome when you laugh than when you frown.” “Really? I think the sound of my laughter is terrible.” “No. Your fans would be willing to stalk you all day to see you laugh." “Thankfully, I haven't had any problems with stalkers this time. Sometimes, I don't find a stalker for a whole semester. But it could be that in the next semester I have a stalker and a bold seducer." “What's the worst thing you've ever gotten from your horrible fans?”

"Then could it be one of her fans or even her so called stalker? If then did she receive any strange message or calls?" "Well that's for you to figure out. The stalker left years ago. As for her fans, You can go on and investigate the 39 million followers she has. That will not be too difficult for you guys right?" Sebastian said and stood up. "We've given you our cooperation. Let this be the last time we see each other. No matter the circumstances!"

Stalking. Currently, I’ve got six stalkers. They text me nonstop. Some take pictures of me on the street. I’ve had a stalker intercept me in the ground floor garage before. The worst of all are those that send handwritten letters of all the nasty things they want to do to me. “Are you alright Scarlett? You look pale,” Ford, my manager asks me. He pretends to look concerned for me. “Please tell me you’ve been sleeping well?” Not really. “Yes, I have.”

I shout, the numbness that surrounded and protected me now starting to crack. “Miss, it doesn’t take a lot to get these kinds of stalkers going. Sometimes it can be something as innocent as a friendly hello, a smile, passing on the street or even seeing your picture somewhere. They build this obsession in their head and this entire fictional world that they believe is real and think you’re aware of. I may not know who is doing this, but I do know it’s not your fault,” asserts the officer. Maybe he’s not entirely desensitized as I thought.

She gave me that 'you are impossible' look as she shook her head in disappointment. "You're jumping to conclusions, Xena. Nothing even happened. You should be excited and like a good friend ask me stuff like what his room looked like." "God, my best friend is a psycho stalker and to make things worse, she is in complete denial about it." Xena looked up as if she was really talking to God. So much drama. "I am not a psycho stalker. I am just being a good girl and doing exactly what he asked me to do."

I whimpered from his dirty talk while he kept on fingering me, kissing, and licking my sensitive spot on the crook of my neck. Stalker? oh, fuck? Did he know? Shit! Ella, you're screwed. "Stalker?" "It's a long story..." he was unbuttoning my dress and easily throwing it to his lush carpet as if he needs to get me naked soonest possible. "Baby, are you okay?" he was being a sweetheart when he stopped and looked at me. "Yeah, sorry...I didn't realize that being famous comes with a stalker." My heart was shredded to pieces, I know already that my thing with Brice was not real, that it was just a phase for him. But I didn't expect that it'll end sooner than later.

Shuffling. Me(very pissed): Who the fuck is this?!... It better not be you silly teenagers prank calling or I swear to God I'll- **Shh, shh. Language, Sunshine.** Me: Pycho stalker? I gasped Stalker: Thats the name you've given me huh? Interesting. He chuckled seeming very amused. Me(very scared now but acting like I don't give a shit): What do you want? Stalker: Isn't it obvious? I want you, Sunshine.