Game Stalking Novels & Stories

Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves? For mature audiences only due to the graphic nature of certain situations. Read at your own discretion. Triggers include: Age gap, stalking, graphic depictions of sexual content, (con/noncon/dubcon), death, kidnapping, mental health issues, abuse, addiction, bdsm, rough sex, unusual kinks, escorting, strong language, threesomes, drug use, dark erotica, slow burn, hate to love, forbidden romance, possessive, controlling, and dominant men, sociopathic behavior, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, trauma bonding, talk of past trauma from both Mc and li, gunp

Stalking is a crime. Primo sought her breath, too tired of running. After settling down, he came out of hiding, which made it even more difficult to breathe. He leaned over with his hands on his knees, not noticing that some guys were already standing in front of him. The guys carry a frightening smile while watching a prey in front of them, ready to be eaten. The guy at the front flagged his two men, and they nodded their heads in response. "Looks like we got a five-star dinner tonight, right?"

“Was he violent?” My mouth fell apart, “Violent? He’d never… Cal would never do that.” Caleb could be a player, and he was sometimes dumb about people’s feelings, but he was never violent towards me or anyone. Heck, he was the one who’d cry every time a pet died in movies, and I had to console him. “Why are you asking me that question? You think my boy—ex-boyfriend did this?” He was rubbing his chin and I was finding it a bit hard to focus. “Well, most of the stalking cases are committed by exes. And women are most likely to be stalked by a current or former intimate partner during the rela—”

“What are you talking about?” “Jack” he calls out, “you want to be with him?” Fear settles in the pitch of my stomach. I was right, he is a fucking stalker. My fear hightens. Why the heck is he stalking me? What the hell does he want from me? “Are you stalking me?” He chuckles lightly, his voice sending a ripple through my entire body and I feel my body heating up. This man clearly knows what he is doing. “Stalking is too big a word, purple” his voice rings out, “it is more like looking out for you, you know that right?”

He has become my addiction, my desire. Suddenly, the same strange feeling crawls over me as if someone is watching us. “What's wrong?” “Could you close the window?” He turns his head to the window before looking into my eyes again. “Is something wrong?” He slowly pulls out from my space, gets off me, and approaches the window, zipping his black pants. “Someone is stalking me.” “A stalker?” He glances around the dark garden but it's empty and silent. “I don't see anyone.”

He quirks an eyebrow at me, “How do you figure that?” “I’ve seen it before. Among humans, stalking isn’t a crime in most places, or not an offence taken seriously. Someone goes around terrorising someone, that someone goes to the police and the police say, ‘We can’t do anything unless they hurt you’. Next thing you know that person winds up dead. It just sounds very much the same. You have someone who has been terrorising you for years, and you know in your gut they are responsible for the shit around you, but unless they actually hurt you, you can’t do anything,” I point out. He frowns, deep creases forming along his handsome brow, “I guess we have more in common with humans than I thought.

Lola stared at the dark reflection of the window, her pulse racing. Whoever was stalking her… They weren’t just watching. They were documenting. And they were getting closer.

She's been dead for a whole ten years now, her dad now leading the gang in her place. Her stalker was catching up with her. Stacey rode faster. She really hoped it wasn't one of Marco's men. They've been after her family for five years now. Trying to eliminate them so they could rule the town in their stead. This particular clash had killed her favorite cousin Gino. Marco and his men were dangerous one thing she knew for sure, but they weren't half as dangerous as her dad. And whoever was following her if it be one of Marco's men was treading on very dangerous territory. Stacey found a hidden corner and parked her bike. If there's one thing her dad taught her it was to approach your target h

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."

Mara's unease would grow, her senses on high alert, but I'd vanish into the throng before she could confront me. In the woods, I'd materialize on the trails, my footsteps echoing through the silence. Mara's heart would race, her wolf sensing the danger, but I'd disappear into the trees, leaving her wondering if she'd imagined it all. Always lurking, Always stalking, Always watching. Mara began to doubt her own sanity. Was she seeing things? Was I truly following her, or was she just overthinking? Talia’s concern deepened, her voice laced with worry. “Giovanni’s stop this, You're pushing too far. Rhys will destroy you if he finds out you've been stalking his wife.”