Funny Stalkers Novels & Stories

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.

My finger hovers over the temperature button. I remember yesterday. Someone following me. It can't be. “You have a stalker,” Delilah says flatly. I laugh, though it sounds hollow even to my own ears. “I’m like the most uninteresting person to stalk. There’s nothing to report. I work, I eat, and I sleep. That’s it.” “And you undress,” Sam sings. “And you shower,” Tessa adds. “And you’re alone half the time,” Sam continues. “Driving home alone. Living in that big house with just your sister.”

Rose set this date up to loosen me up and make me happy; Instead, it added to every bad thing already happening to me. “Aww…” I screeched as I bumped into someone who immediately stood in my path. “How fucking blind are yo—“ My words went back into my throat immediately as I looked up at him. My stalker was staring at me, his brows furrowed, and fists folded. “You gave me a week; you said I was free for we—“

Regardless of how stupid he behaves… “Christ this is good! So not only are you stalking her, you’ve now convinced yourself it’s mutual?”He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “I am not stalking her you imbecile.”I say angrily at how unreasonable he’s being. “Ah sorry! The great immortal Velimir Kazimirov is no stalker,” he nods saying in a mocking serious tone. “My mistake,”He says dryly, lifting his glass again. “You’re just… what? Observing? Lurking? Haunting?”He says and then he burst out laughing again, his laughter filling the room, loud, obnoxious, as he seems entirely too entertained.

“No. I couldn't see him well today either. I think it's not the first time he tries to go incognito…” “And succeeds. He left you puzzled.” “You know what? He seemed nervous, too.” “What I don't understand is what was he doing there?” “He said he was meeting a friend. “It all seems very weird to me. If I were you, I'd keep my eyes peeled. He could be one of those weirdo stalkers who end up killing the women they stalk.” They both laughed. “Guys” Gordon's voice from the door made them turn around. “The store got crowded, could you give me a hand? Megan and Stacy are over loaded. You can come back to your break when it all settles back down.

“He let his family walk all over you. And now he’s doing it too.” At first, I blocked his number. Then he showed up at the florist down the road. Paid them to deliver roses every other day. I never even touched them, I dumped every last bouquet in the alley. I told him to stop. I told him to leave me alone. But stalkers don’t listen to words, they listen to what they want to hear. That morning was quiet. Too quiet. I was curled up on the sofa, tea in hand, watching the steam swirl up like it was trying to escape with me. For a second, I forgot the world.

A-huh. "Then why are you here again?" "Probably following you." See? If that ain't meant a stalker, I don't know what else it would be. "I know what you're thinking, I'm not a stalker. Let's stay, I'm your guardian angel." What kind of joke is it? Even a kid wouldn't fall for that. "Do I look like a kid to you who will be amazed by what you've said? Come on, there's no one you can fool here. As if I was born yesterday."

Who is he? "Gorilla, you're ugly! You're dressed like a... clown, hahaha!" What a bad morning! I looked around the Academy's perimeter but saw nothing. I only see cars and students entering and exiting the Academy. If I find out who you are, Stalker, I'll eat you alive! It's annoying! "Hey, Ayisha!" I didn't even notice the other students who greeted me because of my bad trip. I simply walked to my room without looking back. This stalker has ruined my day! I'm the clown! He's a jerk!

But Liza’s thoughts stopped again when Hunter spoke again. “As for the case of whether I am your stalker or not, well, I guess you could say that yes, I am a stalker.” Liza’s eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips, and she thought, ‘I was right! He is a stalker!’ And the moment she thought of Hunter being her stalker, fear slowly crept up. She’s heard many dangerous and scary stories and rumors about stalkers doing unimaginable things to the people they are obsessed with. Some of it even resulted in killings.

Agent Chambers' glowered at me — or more like scowled. "Why would I do that?" I shrugged nonchalantly, "You've been looking for me and little Birdy told me that you've been following me. I feel like a celebrity. I've got stalkers," my grin fell and my lips curled into a deadly sneer, "and I want them to stop following me." "I don't know what you're talking about," the agent lied.