Novel & Cerita Funny Stalkers

"Now I don't mean to sound like a...stalker but I know a lot more about you than you think." So he is a stalker? Fun! Cool! Intriguing! Tell me more! Honestly it suits him, he's got that look about him in his eyes. Just kidding, because if he actually was a stalker, hah, I'd not be caught dead in two feet near him. He's a crazy guy though and makes me sometimes think , does he actually value his life because a lot of the time he says and makes the most weirdest choices I've ever seen and I'd realised this when I saw him leaning against my dorm room and it's like when did he get there and he proceeds to start flirting with me, his own sisters friend right bang in front of her? Since they're s

Noah said and went back the way they came. "Okay," Michel agreed and went to order their food. Noah secretly walked toward the stalker from behind. The fun fact was the stalker was so careless and didn't even realise that he was being stalked by the person he was stalking. Instead of stalking, the stalker was being stalked. The stalker was looking for Noah at the canteen ignoring the surroundings. But suddenly someone tapped on his shoulder. "Why?" The person didn't even bother to look at Noah.

Brack asked with a strange look on his face. “Nothing,” I replied. He absolutely would not want to know my problem. After another bite of steak, Brack continued. “Chances are good there won’t be a DNA match.” This surprised me. “Why do you say that?” His eyes intensified. “He’s smart and in most cases, stalkers keep a low profile until they find that special someone who activates their warped side.” I had enough guilt thinking this was entirely my fault. “Gee, thanks. That makes me feel better. Just call me Warped Activators R Us.”

Gianna echoed, glancing at the bathroom door consciously before bringing her voice lower. “So my stalker's also a bike thief?” “Apparently, there's been a string of similar incidents lately. Word on the street is it's a bunch of delinquent high schoolers doing this. They follow people around, scare the shit out of them and maybe lift a wallet or two.” Gianna mulled over the news as Sonia kept talking. Something about the incident told her it was different…whoever that person was, he certainly didn’t feel to her like some punk kid.

He slowly walked closer to the kitchen counter and sat in front of the dish, still smiling. Somehow, after all the time when the stalker had made him foods, he expected the stalker to make him some hangover soup after his party, and they really did it. It kinda made him happy though. He then scooped the soup and savour the first taste. The soup has a slight spiciness in it but it was smooth on the throat, a very good condiment after drinking some dry alcohol. Even until the weekend ended and the school started, Ricky kept on wondering about the stalker. The only clue that he have was that the stalker wasn't a human.

He smirked leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, putting his legs on the table like he owned the place “well if it isn't my little ass-kicking warrior.” I let out a short amused snort, folding my arms across my chest. I could play this game better than he could and I was not going to let him scare me. There were a dozen kids behind the door all I had to do was scream and believe me when I say, I’m a screamer. "I'm not your anything, thief," I retorted emphasizing the term of possession. This is how it all begins I tell you. I had watched enough crime shows to know stalkers always think they own their prey. I had to make that point clear. I'll be damned if I was connected to that

I stammered not knowing what to ask. “Well...I found out that he was stalking you for a long time. He has your photos all over his apartment. He was fantasizing about you... as his girlfriend and that... you had sex... numerous times and you didn’t even notice that you were being stalked by a guy who had worked with you, How ignorant!....[He moved to me, turned me around so that I could face the mirror and watch Kim, He wrapped his arms around my neck From behind and whispered in my ear]....and Now you’re going to watch him as a representation for what happens with your friends and Grandma if you don’t listen to me” He said and Pressed a button down on the panel, Then a bulb in the room wher

I asked him one day hoping that he would mistakenly give me the same mail id that the stalker uses. "Mail? You have my number, Anu. We have W******p. You can message or call me anytime." he said. "Just give me your mail id." I insisted. "Anu, Mails are just to start the conversation. They are very old fashioned. We are more than friends now." he said. I am now very sure that he is Mr. Stalker, why else would he not give me his mail id? "More than friends?" I asked him.

There is a thin line between fight or flight, called freeze. Liqufied mass holding her breath in her throat is the evidence. “Having fun?” he pointed his chin to the lingerie bag. If the hoarse, gravelly voice didn’t do the job, his massacring smile does. “Come, I need to talk to you” the limbless puppet roughly pulled to stand and dragged to exit the restaurant. Gone the playboy in Suman. Hello to the raw, cold man. His stalking finally paid off. The image of her in a sexy neon pink sleeping gown pushed the boundaries of stalking to staking. If only he could pursue her…

I said as I took a big swig of my drink; tonight is supposed to be a fun night. Caroline reached across the table and took my hand. "We'll figure it out, I promise. And tonight, let's just enjoy ourselves." The food was delicious, and the drinks flowed freely. By the time we left, both of us were slightly drunk, our spirits high. We stumbled down the street, giggling at the shapes the shadows made in the nighttime. As we approached a park, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. I glanced over my shoulder and saw them—the same two stalkers who had been following me for weeks. Panic set in as I realized they were still after me.