Game Stalking Novels & Stories

I collapsed onto the bed and sighed heavily, “I know.” “No, Iliana. That’s like...premium dark romance material,” she yelped, “Are you hearing yourself? Your stalker is tall, hot, dangerous, and…” she lifted the box in the air “...feral for you? That’s like the whole package a girl can ever dream for.” I stared at her in bafflement, “Are you even listening to yourself, Thea? He is a really dangerous man. He fucking tortured a living being.”

Bella put her hand on his thigh and murmured, "they watched everyone in my family die. I want to be here when we finish the last twenty people." "I would have arranged a live zoom call for you, dumb head." Hunter lifted his head and turned to her with a grin, "I would also have arranged for a blood bath if you had wanted." "God..." Bella muttered in disgust, "I am not some psychopath." "You think you are not." Hunter's grin turned to a teasing smile, "going around killing people is an act of psychopathy."

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…

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.”

She said, though she felt flushed in her face kept her taunt going, even if she felt like she can't hear more, she wanted to. "I don't know what a stalker means?" "It means someone watching another person without consent, it a creepy way" "Oh, my goodness I have to apologise then, I didn't know I was doing that" "Dont apologize to me idiot! Apologize to her!" Tala said loudly. "Sorry, well, that day she knocked on my door I was blown away, what where the chances right? She managed to track me down because she feared she would kill me" "It went two ways, she feared to kill you, and fears for what might happen if she kills a prince, I think her life would have been forfeit if she succeeded, it