Game Stalking Novels & Stories

"Oh, that...dead mice, probably store-bought. You know the one reptile keeper buy for their snakes and such. The sick psycho smears its blood on the box. We are having the box examined, but until we find our stalker, you're not going anywhere alone. I prefer having you here, and now that you're sick I think it's better if you rest." Brice continues on Grady's explanation. "Grady and I already talk about Clara's announcement tomorrow and our pictures and a statement from her as my agent will suffice and she said the silence from our side, will be better as if we are attempting a low profile on our engagement and it's perfect for the stalker situation."

Jes lowered her head again, walking slowly toward Adam. In the room there was only one long sofa, so Jes was forced to sit on the one sofa with Adam. She sat at the very end, while Adam had been sitting at the very end. They were like strangers sitting in the waiting chairs of the hospital. Adam prepared a steak with black paper sauce complete with salad, Jes' favorite food. He understood very well, years of stalking Jes. Installing hundreds of surveillance cameras around Jes, makes him understand and know exactly what Jes likes and dislikes.

He smirked leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, putting his legs on the table like he owned the place “well if it isn't my little ass-kicking warrior.” I let out a short amused snort, folding my arms across my chest. I could play this game better than he could and I was not going to let him scare me. There were a dozen kids behind the door all I had to do was scream and believe me when I say, I’m a screamer. "I'm not your anything, thief," I retorted emphasizing the term of possession. This is how it all begins I tell you. I had watched enough crime shows to know stalkers always think they own their prey. I had to make that point clear. I'll be damned if I was connected to that

“Who the hell thinks it’s okay to watch someone from the shadows? That’s not affection. That’s obsession. It’s creepy and messed up.” He blinked at me, like I’d spoken in a language he didn’t understand. “I’m not a psycho,” he said slowly, as though he was trying to convince himself as much as me. “Is it wrong that I find you pretty?” “Finding me pretty and stalking me are two very different things,” I said, my voice cold enough to cut glass. “Now let go. I don’t have time for this nonsense I’m going home.” I wrenched free and shoved past him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how badly my hands were shaking. My arm throbbed where he’d gripped it too tightly, the bruises alread

After cleaning the mess, I went outside to check the gate. It isn't unlocked. To be precise, it looks the same as how I locked it last night. Our fences are tall, there's no space in between those fences where people can sneak the cake. What the heck? And that cake isn't from here, I'm sure it came from outside this city. Who brought that cake? As I went inside, my stalker came to my mind. Is he the one who gave my mother that cake? But why would he do that… D*mn him. He's not showing himself but he'll give my mom a cake?

But Liza’s thoughts stopped again when Hunter spoke again. “As for the case of whether I am your stalker or not, well, I guess you could say that yes, I am a stalker.” Liza’s eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips, and she thought, ‘I was right! He is a stalker!’ And the moment she thought of Hunter being her stalker, fear slowly crept up. She’s heard many dangerous and scary stories and rumors about stalkers doing unimaginable things to the people they are obsessed with. Some of it even resulted in killings.

“So, what do you think of him?” Maia showed Anaya a picture from her phone and Anaya frowned. “Hell no, is that your guy?” Anaya asked and Maia laughed out loud. “Noooo! There’s no way I’m going to go out with someone like him. He’s the one I told you about that kept on stalking me because of his black girl fetish.” “Ohh.” Anaya took a closer look at the man before biting off from her pizza. “His face totally screams stalker vibes.” She chuckled.

“Why are you suddenly shy, Kam? I’ve watched you bathe and dress up for three good years. What difference would it make if I want to see you when you’re not having sex with Davin—or taking your bath?” My breath caught. Did he just say he had been stalking me for THREE YEARS?! Did he just say three years? Did he just state that he has been stalking me for three solid years? “ You know that is a crime and you can be sued for that right? Or was it jealousy that drove you nuts!” I snapped a strange energy surge through me.

“Do you know Stacy Conway’s story?” Now my stomach did back flips. “Yeah, I do.” Stacy was a model. Her stalker served two years in prison. A week after his release, he killed her. No… that wasn’t exactly correct. He slaughtered her. “She was mine.” That brought me out of my horrible thoughts. “Yours?”

“Be careful, and call me as you get home." "I will." He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, then let me go. On my drive home, I couldn't help but be paranoid and look all over, making sure that I wasn't being followed. Because of that, I almost crashed twice. When I got home, I made sure to turn on the alarm system and lock myself in my room. I had to do all I could to keep myself alert and ignore most of the sounds I heard. I don't know how things got like this, but it was horrible. I'm being stalked by some crazy, obsessed man that doesn't even know my middle name.