Game Stalking Novels & Stories

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“No, you will not.” Nova blinked. “Why?” “Because your stalker is sitting outside.” “He is not my stalker.” “You literally just counted the number of days he’s been watching you.” Nova grabbed the flashlight from beneath the register. “Stay here.” “That is exactly what women say five minutes before the documentary narrator tells us they were never seen again.”

We don’t need steam or hot herbal baths as a fix to get ready for the next round. It’s no surprise that lots of packs have a steady population growth. Yes, of course, there must be a lot of mates finding each other. As for pack members like me who can’t find their fated, it is a no do. Getting close to the border at present, I sense someone watching me. I exhale deeply. I’m not afraid of rogues, either, they are scared of me. Pretty sure it must be a pack warrior on surveillance. I take some speed off, just to make sure I have a positive guess of my stalker.

Adrian said to me. "Okay then, Adrian, but before you hang up, just know that the reason why I want you to come over is because someone is stalking me, so if you still don't want to come over despite knowing this, no problem then," I said to Adrian, knowing that there was no way he would still refuse to come over after learning that someone is stalking me. "Wait just a minute, did you just say that someone is stalking you?" Adrian asked me immediately. "Yes, someone is stalking me," I said to him in reply.

(She could steal his bathrobe, of course, but she would still have to climb up there and bend down to pick it up…) “Are you stalking me now?” she asked angrily. He let out a little, humorless laugh. “To get you alone I actually did have to use my stalking skills, yes.” It occurred to him that a stalker following his victims in bright daylight, barefoot and in a white bathrobe was somewhat absurd, but he refrained from pointing that out to her. D glared back at him. “What do you want?” “I need to talk to you.” She shook her head, dropping her gaze with an incredulous laugh.

Her Monster! Intro: He stalks her, watches her from the dark and still controls her. Owning her is never enough! Dahlia had met her very own monster and he wasn't one to be trifled with. Dahlia's P.O.V. Having a toxic sexual relationship with your stalker should be like the most twisted erotic romance story in history right? I mean stalking is a crime that's not just perverted but twisted and ominous. I shouldn't invite him in or rather I never should have let him into my house, my life and my body.

I shook my head, the heat in my cheeks having nothing to do with the Florida sun. "Coincidence, my ass," I muttered. "Think about it, Ev," Maya said, slinging an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into a walk. "The airport, the plane, the office, and now this..." Stella leaned in from the other side, her eyes dancing with mischief. "It’s like a movie script," Stella added, her voice dropping into a dramatic, narrator-like rasp. "Destiny... or just really good stalking." "It's not destiny," I retorted, though my heart was doing a frantic metronome beat against my ribs. "It's a conspiracy. And I'm firing both of you as my friends."

"Who the hell are you and why the hell are you stalking me!" I'm yelling. The guy is all cool and smiling at me. "I asked who the hell you are and why the hell you're stalking me!" I repeat myself. This time, he decides to talk. "Miss, I don't know what you're talking about..." "I saw you last night! I know it was you! Then I saw you at school today and now you're walking behind me! What the heck is your problem! Leave me the fuck alone psycho!"

“Don’t you get it? Clearly, he’s not over taunting me and making my life a living hell. I’m sure it’s some sort of coping mechanism for whatever insecurities he’s hoarding.” “You’re not understanding me, stalking is not in the same category as taunting or bullying. That’s a serious allegation.” I looked up at her. “Whose side are you on?” “I just want you to think things through, you’re very emotional right now and it might seem like you’ve got all the pieces together but there might be things you’re not putting into consideration.” My gaze hardened as anger rose up in my throat like a bile. “Here’s something to put into consideration, I’m going to confront him.”

The sight of her covered in blood, unable to heal, made his stomach churn. They hurt her, they made her this way. Wasn't it enough? Losing a child, getting stalked—hadn't she endured enough suffering? The stalking , making her look over her shoulder every second. Whoever was stalking her was probably good at his or her job or wasn't human or a moon creature. They had evaded his detection so far, leaving little to no trace. It was a matter for another day. He clenched his fists, rage battling within him. He couldn't waste any more time. He had to find her.