Game Stalking Novels & Stories

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?”

“Archer, do you think that thing is still out there?” I knelt beside her, taking her hands in mine. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “But whatever it is, I know for sure it was your stalker.” Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?” “I saw in my side mirror it became a shadowy figure. I caught a glimpse of it when I watched the CCTV footage outside your room.” She looks at me in the eyes. I told her, “They are the same figure.” “What?!” She looked aghast, her grip on my hands tightening. “So you’re telling me that monster… is stalking me. What does it want from me? I don’t recall pissing off someone, let alone a creature that I know nothing about!”

Letting out a heavy breath, she prayed to God that she wasn’t doing bad burdening Gina with her issues, but honestly she needed someone to talk too. “I… I didn’t tell you that some people have been stalking me. It has been happening for weeks now, and I’ve seen them so many times. Either they're hiding in the bushes, or they're just standing and watching from a corner, and it freaking creeps me out so much. I have never felt this unsafe in my life at all, so believe me when I say this feeling is much more than just some bloody hangover. It’s way worse than that.” "W-what?!" Gina blurted out, her eyes wide in shock, "All of this has been happening?" She asked, her hand flying to her mouth in

She is no joke in alcohol! Having fun while looking in my social media, I tried to not do what I am thinking but my hands betrayed me! ‘I am not a stalker…. I am not a stalker…. I am not a stalker…’ I continuously mumbles to myself as I tried to believe that what I am doing is not stalking. ‘I am just looking for some… things… I am not a stalker or what..' [Drake Peterson] I search in my chat box. Although the thing that welcome me is not eye pleasing.

he growled. *Stalking, taking secret pictures, collecting personal information and interfaring someone's privacy is considered a crime! Did you not know that? You should feel lucky that Tony has decided not to press charges, otherwise, it wouldn't just have been your job that you lose" Joshua looked scared. He took a step back and then turned a furious gaze at Sarah, "Miss, why are you not saying anything? You paid me to stalk him. You told me to collect his information. Why am I the only one being accused?"

The sound of heavy footsteps quickly follows before they slow down as the man who works for Maverick is now walking close behind me. In silence. Annoyed, I stop walking and turn around to face him, “you do know that stalking is a felony, right? I mean, if I were to call the police and inform them that a male with your description is following me, I could have you in cuffs and charged.” Folding my arms across my chest, I let out a sigh as my gaze trails over his face, waiting to see if he shows any signs of caution. He doesn’t. Which only proves that he is loyal to Maverick at any cost.

Alissa walked to her dorm room and she lay on her bed. Her heart calmed a bit and she couldn't believe that had just happened. She tried not to panic at all, but she was. So many questions swirled in her head. What did he mean when he said that he would not let her off easily next time? Why did she have to fall? Did he now know that she was the one who had stalked him? Alissa tossed and turned until she fell eventually fell asleep. Alissa's eyes slowly opened, and she found that there was a lot of light streaming in, which meant that she had slept past afternoon.

I'm only dedicated to following her mostly because we live where Kane can pounce at any moment, and he is not taking Mad from me. The technology answers, "Stalking is an intrusive and damaging crime, with varied psychological torture, traumatic effects, and physical and practical impacts on victims from repeated and unwanted contact by perpetrators that cause victims to experience fear for their safety. It is most dangerous when it occurs as part of an abusive relationship. An attempt to end an abusive relationship can cause an abuser to become more possessive, which may lead to stalking. Three out of ten college women suffer emotional or psychological injury from being stalked."

She looked away, catching hold of his slightly exposed chest. "Isn't a kick too feisty for a girl that claims to be naive?" he asked, using both his hands to hold her hand above her head. "Are you stalking me? What do you want from me?" Nelly asked, picking her words. She felt intimidated by his gaze, and her clothes weren't helping matters. "Yes. I am stalking you, and I want answers, Nashira," he said, dragging the Nashira part. Nelly froze, feeling her heart skipping erratically. Her breathing turned uneven as she tried to calm her fast-beating heart.

“I thought stalkers, well, stalked people they found attractive. Watched them undress, got closer to them…” He chuckles, leaning against the desk as he looks at me. “There are different types of stalkers, little birdie. Sure, there are those who fixate on someone they want, someone they crave. It could be just from a glance, a fleeting moment of desire, and they become obsessed, needing to see that person in every vulnerable moment.”