Game Stalking Novels & Stories

"Liam, you can't be here. You shouldn't miss me. We aren't a thing or soo..., what you are doing is called stalking. I'm going to call 911." " You wish!" " What?!! Are you alright? Have you hit your head? Noo, no, have you lost your mind?" " You feel it, don't you? The connection,..., the feeling...., the scent. I know you love it, you miss it.., you want it. "

he said, interrupting me as he leaned in to break against my neck, “let's give them something to see.” I frowned, confused at first, before I understood what he suggested. “What? No. No, that's not—I called you here to help me catch them, not to—” His other hand found my belt. “Come on, baby. Let's make their eyes bleed.” He worked the buckle loose, and I grabbed his wrist before he could pull it free. “Stein.” I shook my head. “Someone is watching.” “I know.” “They could be recording. They could have footage of everything—”

Imak says gravely. My fingers fly across the page as I read the report and I can feel the blood drain from my face and my stomach turn. I’ve been around for tens of thousands of years, and I’ve witnessed all levels of depravity this world has to offer, and yet it never gets any easier. The poor young woman this man was accused of stalking was found mutilated beyond recognition in his flat. Her body parts covering his bedroom wall like some grotesque Ed Gein-inspired wallpaper. Police officials in England are still at a loss for words on how he managed to do it, but there’s no denying his guilt. They’ll never know magic was the cause but finding a woman’s body parts covering every surface of

"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.

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She's been dead for a whole ten years now, her dad now leading the gang in her place. Her stalker was catching up with her. Stacey rode faster. She really hoped it wasn't one of Marco's men. They've been after her family for five years now. Trying to eliminate them so they could rule the town in their stead. This particular clash had killed her favorite cousin Gino. Marco and his men were dangerous one thing she knew for sure, but they weren't half as dangerous as her dad. And whoever was following her if it be one of Marco's men was treading on very dangerous territory. Stacey found a hidden corner and parked her bike. If there's one thing her dad taught her it was to approach your target h

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

i said “Can’t you see that he is stalking you, he knows when you are at work and when you’re home, when you travelled and also at the restaurant and also when you left work impromptu and also back home, Emily this if this isn’t someone stalking you then I don’t know what is" she exclaimed "Someone is actually stalking me, oh my goodness why would someone stalk me, like i am just me "Well this person obviously likes you and wants to know your every move" Susan says