Game Stalking Novels & Stories

He targeted another angle that only ghosts could afford to do. Stalking 24/7.

Faint giggles pierces through the painful memory, the vision from those days blurs. An acute pain like a knife being twisted in my guts drags me back to the present, my new reality, I suck in a shaky breath, blinking until the haze clears and I remember where I am. What I am doing. What I always do. Stalk her. Hell will be too chill a place for me if she finds out but who will tell her? Not me. I can’t slip up on an act I have had going for nearly five years. I have become a pro at stalking her, a proud one at that. If she wasn’t so stiff, so unresponsive, I wouldn’t have resorted to this.

“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.

“Recently, my husband reported him for stalking me. He has been stalking me for a while now, creeping around my home and workplace and it has been really terrifying for me. “There's someone living in our estate, her name is Jane, she is working with him so you can start by arresting her and try to get information from her about his whereabouts. She tried to kill me earlier today, she strangled me and ripped out my hair. My dog saved me.” “What?!” Lilly yelled out in surprise, fear and confusion. “I was with you this morning! Is that why the dog was barking? I asked you! Why didn't you tell me anything?” Tears burnt her eyes.

- The stalker - Today was the awaited day for her. The date that she asked, just few minutes and she’ll see his face once again. Jill walked in the endless seemingly road. Early in the morning where the sun hasn't fully risen. The two agree to meet at the center of the town at exactly 8 am. She was prepared and everything she needed was in her pouch. Hills and wide array of farm land can be seen. Carabaos and their owners, farmers pulling out weeds and wives delivered food to their hard-working husband. A scenery of the slice of life of the farmers. Flipping pages as she walks vividly, however every sight felt redundant. From afar there was a silhouette of a person, creeping from tree to tre

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

“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.

"Just don't do anything when you meet her. You will be hosting the international show, and we won't be able to do anything if a bomb is attached like the last time" "You don't have to remind me about that horrible memory!" She glared at him, but at the same time felt grateful that he agreed. Maybe meeting with the veteran actress will help her feel better or less guilt of what happened. She raised her head and asked Sebastian that was just about to leave, "Does everyone have a stalker or is it just me?" "No. Most people in the industry have someone that is stalking them but none of them is a lunatic and as ruthless as yours. So should it be a wonderful thing?" Sebastian replied before leavin

It’s the closest I’m going to get to her for the time being. The weather is extremely beautiful tonight as I walk the street a great distance behind her, making sure she doesn’t see me because if she does, then I’m fucked and I’ll never get her back. All I want to do is see her and get a glimpse of her to make sure she’s okay, but by the way, she’s staggering her steps, I can tell she’s fucking drunk. I hate how I’ve fucking hurt her, and I just want to make it right, but I have no fucking idea how to begin to redeem myself right now. She won’t talk to me. She won’t listen to me. She won’t even look at me. So, for now, the only thing I can do is what I do best, and that is stalking her, so I