Game Stalking Novels & Stories

My pulse raced but I wasn’t about to let him know I was scared. Crossing my arms over my chest, I faced him, chin held high. “Move out of my way.” “I could kill you, you know. Nobody would even miss you. I wonder how many days you’d sit back here with the rest of the trash before they found the body.” He took a step away from the door, moving toward me. I held my ground, unwilling to yield to him. This was beyond normal bullying. “I didn’t realize you’d moved on to stalking. How nice to see you think so highly of me that you had to go out of your way to see me.”

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

Of course. I still didn't look at him. I can't disclose my identity on my first day stalking him. If I get exposed, not only I'll get a warning from my supervisor. I'm also going to lose my only chance to use this chance to bounce up to another promotion and to have my industrial and biggest break nationally. "It's fine, I told you it's no one's fault. People were clamoring earlier. Maybe because the space is quite limited. My name is Ali, you are? I noticed that you weren't making any eye contact with me. Are you scared of me?"

Good thing the people passing seemed too busy to bother about our little argument. “I was.” I said truthfully, and her mouth fell open, shocked at maybe the revelation that she’d been stalked or perhaps at how easily I’d admitted the truth. “Do you know that stalking is a crime punishable by law?” “Yes, I know that, but so is stealing.” She let out a frustrated sigh and walked away. I followed after her. “What the hell are you doing?” she questioned, walking faster and pulling her hood down. “I actually came to find you.”

The stalker, the one who had haunted her nightmares and pursued her relentlessly, was none other than Tony. The revelation paralyzed her with terror, the weight of the situation sinking in. Trapped in the clutches of a delusional stalker, Bella's mind raced with the grim understanding that her ordeal had taken an even darker turn. The air hung heavy with a chilling sense of dread, as the relentless nightmare seemed to unfold with no respite in sight.

My eyes close as the sparks travel throughout my body, and I try to focus on the now. “It’s okay. I need to tell this, and it should be now. This way, you are well informed and can decide if you still want to go through with this.” I’m about to tell her how dumb that sounds, but the look on her face forces me to be quiet. She’s serious about this, and I don’t want to downplay her feelings. “I have a stalker.” I look at Atlas, who is expressionless, as always. I look at Akia, and her face is as serious as a heart attack. Let me reserve judgment for now. “It started when I was 11 and it hasn’t stopped really. I’m originally from the Silent Crest Pack. Even though there’s no proof, I know that

Everyone else stares at her like she just confessed to murder. That’s not creepy at all. A shiver honestly runs down my back. “You do realize that’s called stalking?” I ask, unsettled by how unapologetic she looks. “I did nothing wrong. I could’ve been waiting for someone at the curb,” she replies smugly. “You literally admitted you saw me walk in and decided to wait outside just to spy on me. That’s not waiting. That’s obsession and it’s kind of wrong, not to mention creepy as fuck.”

“You’ve been using this body for too long,his soul’s thread is dissolving.” I tilted my head. “It doesn’t matter. I only need him alive long enough for the story to end my way.” Her gaze flicked up at me,half amusement, half admiration. “Ever the strategist. One might almost mistake you for the villain of your own legend.” I smiled faintly, stepping closer to the slab. “Villains don’t crave what’s pure,” I said. “They destroy it. I intend to keep mine.” Kaela’s grin widened. “Ah, obsession,the language of kings and monsters.”

I said as I took a big swig of my drink; tonight is supposed to be a fun night. Caroline reached across the table and took my hand. "We'll figure it out, I promise. And tonight, let's just enjoy ourselves." The food was delicious, and the drinks flowed freely. By the time we left, both of us were slightly drunk, our spirits high. We stumbled down the street, giggling at the shapes the shadows made in the nighttime. As we approached a park, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. I glanced over my shoulder and saw them—the same two stalkers who had been following me for weeks. Panic set in as I realized they were still after me.

The officer tells her that it's common for stalkers to be people who know their victims. The officer asks Samantha if she's ever noticed anything strange about Mark before, and she says that she hasn't. He asks her to think about it again, and she says that there is one thing. Mark has always been a bit too interested in her personal life, and he seems to know a lot about her. The officer tells her that this is a common sign of a stalker, and that it's important to be aware of it. He asks her if she's comfortable with him speaking to Mark, and she says that she is.