Funny Stalkers の小説・ストーリー

“Stalkers.” “Why don’t I have any stalkers?” Redstar complained. “Am I not good enough?” “You do, too, to be honest,” said the Admiral. “Just… not quite as much as these two. And don’t think of them like stalkers, please. They all mean well. They’re just excited to see people like yourselves on base. Their lives are mostly rather dull in here.” “I still don’t like the idea of being filmed without my knowledge,” said Eva. “Don’t think anyone does.”

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.

“I have one male friend, and he’s married to my best friend. We were just having fun talking when there was a sound.” Officer Brady’s brown eyes narrow on the paper. “Right. Are you sure this isn’t a weird prank from your neighbor? Because you have to understand, stalking is a pattern of strange behavior. I don’t see a pattern here.” “I also had this,” I say, showing him the screenshots from my stream. “This user was actually banned, because he kept threatening the other users. But the platform protects their identity, and I have no way of—” “Wait, where do you work?”

The officer tells her that it's common for stalkers to be people who know their victims. The officer asks Samantha if she's ever noticed anything strange about Mark before, and she says that she hasn't. He asks her to think about it again, and she says that there is one thing. Mark has always been a bit too interested in her personal life, and he seems to know a lot about her. The officer tells her that this is a common sign of a stalker, and that it's important to be aware of it. He asks her if she's comfortable with him speaking to Mark, and she says that she is.

I huff He smirks, "I never said you were." "You're a psychopath." I spit harshly. He smiles “You done being dramatic?” he asks, letting me hear the amusement in his voice. I huff, “Dramatic? Do you think being threatened by your stalker is dramatic? Do you think being stalked at all is something to take lightly?” “Well, of course not,” he replies “People die all the time from crazed stalkers.” His honesty stuns me into silence.

I shook my head, the heat in my cheeks having nothing to do with the Florida sun. "Coincidence, my ass," I muttered. "Think about it, Ev," Maya said, slinging an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into a walk. "The airport, the plane, the office, and now this..." Stella leaned in from the other side, her eyes dancing with mischief. "It’s like a movie script," Stella added, her voice dropping into a dramatic, narrator-like rasp. "Destiny... or just really good stalking." "It's not destiny," I retorted, though my heart was doing a frantic metronome beat against my ribs. "It's a conspiracy. And I'm firing both of you as my friends."

He shrugged. The way he drawled on the word 'us' made my heart jerked. I shoved at his chest, hoping that would prove I didn't care about his words no more than he did for mine. "Perhaps, you came here for more.." he smirked. "Fuck off." I spat into his face. He leaned close, snatching my jaw in his fierce hand. "I can't stand stalkers, worse from a freckle face like you. And you know what I hate most? You wouldn't admit that you crave me as much as you watched me wanking off.."

The arrival of the "Stalkers" turned the "Unmapped" North into a "Living Theme Park." These were not the Architects with their clinical logic, nor the "Voters" with their distant indifference. These were the "Obsessed"—the humans who had spent years "Subscribed" to the Thorne-Blackwood bloodline, and who had used the Gallery’s fall as an opportunity to physically enter their favorite "Exhibition." They stood in the courtyard, their modern fabrics looking like "Narrative Errors" against the violet-gold stone of the keep. They didn't have weapons; they had "Observation Units"—devices that recorded every scent, every tear, and every drop of biological gold.

“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.

gross prank toys. "Ew..." Bella jumped away in disgust when she unknowingly touched a potty like toy. Neil started snickering. "You are gross." Bella grumbled, pulling away and starting to look around the room. There was a fart spray, fake tongue, big fake spider, cockroaches, romantic toilet paper, and... fake pregnancy test? "Don't touch that!" Neil shouted when she put her hand on a locked wooden box to open it. Bella's intrigued eyebrows raised up in question at him. Smiling devilishly she grabbed the box and started running around the room dodging Neil's flying arms that were trying to catch her.