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--------- Later at night: "Hey can you come out already? We will be leaving USA tomorrow. Don't you have work? Don't you have to check if everything is fine? What if another stalker attacks? What if one of us dies?- oops...I went to far. What if one of us gets badly injured? What then? Hey, Cilia Carpenter, are you listening?"

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."

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.

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."

I'm being stalked by some crazy, obsessed man that doesn't even know my middle name. My phone rang, and I sighed in relief to see that it was Felix. "C, I heard what happened." "Who told you?" "Come on, in this town, any little news on me or you will spread like wildfire. Anyway, since you are home, let's go out." "I really don't want to. After what happened today, I think it's best if I stay in." "If you allow that sicko to scare you now, he will scare you forever." "No."

My phone buzzes as I look at myself in the mirror, making sure I don’t have any stains or marks on my clothes. “Hello?” I check the time; it’s just gone 8:30 am. I’m already ready for my date, but I think I’ll take Benny for a quick walk first. “Hey…. So did you stalk him last night?” Stace giggles. “God, No. Do people really do that?” She sighs heavily on the phone, “Yes, people do that. Jesus Lilly, you should. We don’t want you getting cozy with a serial killer, now do we?”

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?”