Novel & Cerita Funny Stalkers

Stowaway Chapter twenty-seven Aiden's point of view. I can't believe I've just had phone sex locked in a toilet in a busy airport. Damn this woman of mine has me acting like a hormonal teenager. I grin as I clean myself off. So fucking worth it though…… I fasten my pants ups before I run back through the airport, to where my team is waiting to board. Grit looks at me as he asks. "You feeling okay now." "Yeah, must have been something I ate."

'It appears to be that we need to reconsider our own staff! This thought streaked through Ross' brain, then, at that point, he considered something and said, "Does he need to kill them individually? Close battle or long-range shooting? In any case, regardless of what, his redesign this time will leave more hints for us. He has gradually left the shadows." Monica said, "You can say that, however the stalkers are the most perilous kind of chronic executioners. They will just go after brilliantly. They are like phantoms."

Like I didn't know that it was him trying to use a disguise, as if I didn't know that he had been stalking me ever since we met. But I just want you to try me. My father will know just what to do if you lay a hand on me. This was more than annoying now, with all the countless fake social media accounts, random numbers calling me or texting me. I know that it was all Russell's doing. But I should have seen the sign. From the very first moment we met, he told me how much you loved how I smell and everything else about me turned him on. It got worse when he joined a marathon, just to be close to me and almost died. After I helped him, I guess that's where the screws got loose in his head.

With that, I sucked on the straw and strolled back to the window. My phone vibrated on the window and I took it, unlocking the screen to view the contents of the message. The content was; Your banana flavored shampoo made me want to just hug and sniff your hair all day long. I hope you smell that good down there. Wink. The juice entered the wrong pipe and I coughed, my breathing intensified. My stomach suddenly became full and my appetite was gone. What just happened? I read the message over and over again just to be sure I wasn't seeing things. I slapped my cheeks to wake up from whatever nightmare I was having, but no! This was reality... I was slowly becoming a victim of stalking.

She cursed the tears that had made her miss her way so… cursed the entire town and the day she ever set foot in it. Natalie had always thought Clarksville was bad— and to be honest, it was, but at least she could deal with the things that happened to her over there, Being bullied and being the town outcast seemed to be nothing when placed in comparison to having a stalker watch your every mood while claiming you as his! Oh Natalie, but what makes you think it’s a man? Her subconscious mocked darkly, drawing a shiver out of the young, scantily-clad woman. She didn’t even have time to contemplate if her shivering had to do with her thoughts or with the chilly nature of her surroundings, for sh

I felt like I had a stalker… Sylvara’s voice stirred faintly in the back of my mind, her tone bright and restless. “You’re excited, aren’t you?” I smiled to myself. “Maybe a little. The human world… It sounds so different.” “Different?” she teased. “Try chaotic. But still—imagine what we might see!” She paused and said, “ you could make lots of friends too.” She's right,I don't have any friends here except the maids. I can't remember the last time I socialized.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

Adam asked. The chefs and maids rolled their eyes, staring at each other. How could they not be surprised by the question, when the stove had been in front of Adam all along. Maybe if Adam wasn't a mafia leader and wasn't cruel, they would have laughed at Adam. Even blasphemed Adam for not knowing where the stove was. So what about them? How could they dare to laugh at Adam, even to show Adam where the stove was they would not dare. “Hey, I asked you guys. Are you mute?”

I declared. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you so cruel?" she asked meekly. "Didn't you hear a thing I said? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. I never did, and I never will. You are a goddamn stalker. An annoying brat. You got stuck on me like a parasite, and I want to get rid of you. Starting today, I never want to see you again. You got that?" I said with gritted teeth.

She juts out her lower lip, pouts, "Over before it even started. I could never continue this knowing you don't get off on the GG's." "Well, shit," I shift like I'm about to stand up though I have no intention of doing such thing, "It was fun while it lasted, huh?" "Truly. Being stalked for the first time in my life was pretty awesome. I don't understand what everyone complains about." "Well, in everyone's defense, I'm pretty sure most stalkers are actually stalking, and much creepier than me." "Really? People are creepier?" "That's it," I reach beside me and toss a pillow at her.