Novel & Cerita Funny Stalkers

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.

"I'm sad that I can no longer spend more time today with you, my dear Maurice. But I understand that I can't be so selfish as to hoard you to myself. Hahaha. See, your fans are already coming for you, eager to dissect you and donate your organs to needy people.Hahaha!" "By the way, I don't know what items you have in your inventory. However, I don't believe that you can successfully run away without buying something from the system. I want to see how long you can hold on. Hahaha! As a qualified stalker, I will never be far from you! I'm looking forward to you reciprocating my love and devotion by showing me a good show!"

When Ivy finally opened the group chat, the other students in her major were discussing the picture amongst themselves. [This is definitely the work of someone in our department, right? I don't think students from other majors would do such a thing!] [I hate these stalkers! They should go to a psychiatrist if they are going mad! Why would they take a photo of someone having coffee? Have they not seen coffee or a foreigner in their lives?! Pathetic!] [I think this stalker is likely one of Ivy's pursuers! He was probably rejected and got jealous when he saw her with a foreigner!]

It felt like he was reading an adventure story except that, here, he was not a reader, but one of the characters-the suffering protagonist probably. His stalker was the villain here. "You fucking undermined me, but I'm sure you have come to your senses now." The stalker said again, "If you make any more funny moves, I am going to catch you, and torture you severely. I have got all your life under watch, right here before me. All your life in a computer."

He'll regret letting a spy and double-sided agent sleep in his bed. More on, he'll regret giving his phone to me. I started stalking him the next day. I realised that Sheena hated stalking this man because he's adventurous. I mean, he goes from one far province to one another. Also, based on my observation, he's not the reach out type of guy. He really just helps people because he sees them as assets. Assets that can spread power and pass the message that an Allistair helped them. He's a smart man, believe me. I've seen it, for the last three months, I've never once saw him go home.

Adrianna replied. Alissa jumped on to the first excuse that came across her mind, "You were right, I do miss Brandon a lot." "I knew it!" they squealed. "Why don't you call him?" "He is busy guys, with sports and all." "True. Maybe we could plan a triple date," said Lexie. Alissa wanted to faint when she heard that, how much more of Aron could she face. Should she just come clean to her friends and tell them everything but that would only make her stalker. Her mind buzzed with questions.

I questioned him. "Well, I've been watching him for a while now, so I can validate my theories about him, and based on my observation, he always responds to every I*******m picture you upload, and guess what? I found something intriguing!" He stated as he displayed to me the screenshots he had taken. I made fun of him, saying, "It's like stalking." Stalking is a thing, and that's what he is doing. "Shut up and listen!" I immediately stopped giggling as he held up a photo of me displayed on the sceen of his phone.

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."

Manuel asks. "I can't say I'm sure. But then I'm following my instincts because anything could be a possibility these days," Voden himself has been of the opinion that we do have someone looking into us. Perhaps like a stalker that has the needed information on us without us being aware. One thing for sure is that it can't be human because there was no way that could pass my eyes as they seemed to be a lot clumsy. In my five years of being among them, I have been a victim of stalkers due to my sudden rise in power. It came from being the owner of a high-class company that was initially a family business but I converted to my own.

“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.