Funny Stalkers の小説・ストーリー

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—“

The creatures below were still reaching, still making sounds like grinding metal mixed with human screaming. "What were those?" I managed. "Stalkers," Amon said between gasps. "Class C. They hunt in packs and use the subway cars as lairs." He looked at his ankle where the thing had grabbed him. The fabric of his pants was torn, and beneath, I could see deep scratches that oozed dark blood. "Damn it." "How bad?" I pulled out my med kit. "Not deep. But their claws carry infection." He grimaced as I cleaned the wound. "I'll be fine for now, but we need to move fast. If it gets worse..."

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.

“Coincidence?” Evan barked a laugh. “Coincidences don’t happen this often. Trust me. I ran checks on old police reports. Guess what? Not a single stalker was ever caught. Ever. You’d think after four different schools, someone would’ve slipped up. It was as if the stalkers just… disappeared.”

JUHAN I have a stalker. A pretty stalker who has been following me around for quiet some time now. And right now I could feel her eyes on me. “Good riddance.” “May she rot in hell.” My siblings responded in unison as if they’d rehearsed the whole thing.

But before he could get too close, a couple of guards restrained him. The commotion drew attention. "Who are they?" Ghost asked loudly, her eyes narrowing as she sized up the newcomers. "Maybe a couple of sex slaves," Stalker quipped, standing beside her with a smirk. "She's so pretty, though. Poor girl," Hacker pouted with a trace of sympathy. "Pretty my foot! She looks like a fool," Snake retorted angrily. "And mind you, Venom has no interest in sex slaves. He has us." Her tone was sharp, almost disgusted.

"No, I'm glad I came. Because Lauren needs to hear this. She needs to understand what happens when you don't take stalking seriously. When you convince yourself it's not that bad, that you're overreacting, that you can handle it on your own. I didn't even realize what it was. But you do. We all can see what's happening here, and it needs to be dealt with." She turned to Lauren, meeting those whiskey-colored eyes directly. "It gets worse. It always gets worse. Stalkers escalate. If things are not going the way they want, they do the next thing they believe will make it happen. They don't just stop because you ignore them or ask nicely. They keep pushing until something breaks. Either you brea