Game Stalking Novels & Stories

Just a little time. He stared at me for a long second, then scoffed. “Nice try,” he said, stepping even closer. “But I’m not wasting another second.” How could anyone be this obsessed with sex? Especially with having sex with me. To the point of stalking me into the woods. It made no sense, and that somehow made it worse. His eyes were dark with hunger, stripped of anything human, and my skin crawled just looking at him. There was no talking my way out of this. I knew it the second he took another step forward and reached out for me.

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.

So she walked fast to get off the streets. “Hold on Gaby, you are walking too fast, are you ok?” Mira asked her. Gabriella slowed down, still looking over her shoulders. Mira followed her eye's direction and couldn't find what she was looking at. “What's that Gaby?” She asked her. “Am sorry Mira, but I still haven't gotten over the incident at the restaurant. I think someone is stalking us.” Gabriella said. “Oh, that? Mira signed and turned to her, Nobody is stalking us. Don't get ideas in your head. I mean look around. There are people everywhere taking pictures of their loved ones.” Gabriella turned and saw couples taking shots of each other and other people doing the same.

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."

You just don't know it yet but soon you will know it My blood runs cold. He followed me to Marco's. He watched me go inside and waited three hours to see me leave. This is beyond notes left at my office, this is beyond slipping things under my door. This is active surveillance and stalking in the truest sense. I wonder why I don't feel fear, I wonder why I'm standing in my kitchen rereading the note, my body responding in ways that disgust and arouse me in equal measure. Why wasn't I scared? Why do I get turned on by the stalker's mere words?

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.”