Game Stalking Novels & Stories

The air feels thicker, harder to breathe. A sick, heavy dread settles in my stomach. He’s here. My stalker is here. And I have no idea who he is. But I know— I know— he’s watching me.

"The best way to deal with a stalker is not to react. Collect as much information as you can about this person and get anything that links them to you... But nothing links, She thought. Document absolutely everything and if you can take video recordings and pictures all these can be used as evidence when you report them to the police... And here you are eating the evidence like a glutton, Her subconscious pricked her. She finished reading the whole post and closed the laptop in exasperation, definitely not what she needed. " so you ate all the cakes?" Daniella asked watching Korina, her eyes were glued to the menu. "Yes, I did." Korina answered still not taking her eyes of it.

Not to mention the nightmares that have been plaguing me, presumably caused by that ghost feeling of someone following me. "There was no stalking involved," Stace replies uneasily, dark brows furrowing, as if that accusation actually offends him. "He was keeping an eye on you since after that incident. It shook me up, seeing you so close to death that I knew I needed to hire someone." I let out a long, loose breath. "We are mates..."

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.

The next swipe made all of us scream She had screenshots of my old I*******m stories. Stories I deleted, stories that were up for ten minutes because I hated how my face looked. There were notes typed underneath each screenshot, little comments analyzing my expressions, my mood, what I might’ve been thinking. Like a detective, but obsessed. “Maya…” I whispered. “Yeah, no, I don’t like this anymore,” Maya said, her voice wobbling. “This is… this is giving crime documentary.” “I told you !” Sienna squeaked. “I said stalkers were sexy but this is not what I meant. I meant li…like a hot guy in a hoodie who writes poetry, not this girl spying like a freaky creepy CIA”

His relationships were all short except for Sienna, and he knew all of his exes were with someone now. There was only one female werewolf he hooked up with, but she was now mated to one of the werewolves in another city. The others were humans, and none of them checked the list. Asher's forehead creased in thought. An obsessed stalker was very dangerous and unpredictable. “Do you have any idea who it could be?” “No.” He shook his head and paced the office. “There’s no scent trail, but I feel that someone’s watching me.” "Then we have a serious issue, Asher. Stalkers are never good. Today she is killing your enemies, how long before she starts killing your flings just because they were with y

They tried to lose their stalkers, but they didn’t know the city. “What is it this time? I want to bait them in an alley to find out who sent them and why they’re after me this time. Lord Meozo better not be back again.” “Our stalkers are vampires. We should indeed get them to follow us into an alley, to at least lure them away from humans. Lord Meozo cannot return, you made sure of that.” “Authorities said that 15 years ago and they were dead wrong,” said Coralis.

The police were investigating the transaction, hoping it would point them toward the guilty party. Josalyn only considered a select few who might try. From her father, his enemies, a jealous fan belonging to Jake or Gena’s fan clubs, or Gena or one of her people. Each person or group became harder to verify or strike off the list. Time alone will reveal the police’s ability to find the individual. Josalyn didn’t feel better hearing the news, and Jake was right there. It all felt unreal. The police warned them that this was an odd form of stalker behavior, and it wouldn’t bode well if the stalker struck again. Most stalkers did harm others themselves, because they wanted to feel close to thei

Shocked and alarmed, I find myself once again captured in a sinister scenario, a sense of horror creeping over me despite a growing familiarity with such unsettling encounters. "How dare you laugh with another guy, Genevieve?" His voice seethes with rage, exuding a menacing aura that suggests he is capable of extreme violence. As I recognize his familiar presence and realize he is my stalker, a surge of fear grips me. Pushing his hand away from my mouth, I swiftly turn and deliver a resounding slap across his face. Fueled by anger, I confront him, "You have no right to tell me what to do! I have my own life, and if you ever attempt to intimidate me like this again, I will not hesitate to inv

"Selene... I never stalked you! until now, and that was because I wanted to find out the truth!." "Then who stalked me the last time I went to get rid of one of my rapists!.. who did!?" She argued. "Stacey has been the one stalking you selene!... you were blinded with revenge that you never knew your own life was at risk!." Selene lips twitches in anger and a deep scowl settled on her face.