Hello Stalker Novels & Stories

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒚 “Please don’t do this…” the man had lost his voice, I have a wife… and..” He coughed, there was nothing for the other two men to hold anymore, the man fell to the ground with his face. “I will be sure to kill them too, actually, I’ll give them a less painful death, it’s not their fault you’re a dick.” The stalker walked to the side where the man’s body lay. “So I’ll burn your house, every living thing in it will Burn.”

Velia didn’t say anything, instead closing her eyes. Meanwhile... The Reapers were still enjoying themselves, talking and laughing. Virus and Godfather Marco had already left. "So, what do you think of this place?" Stalker asked, her voice relentless as she hadn’t given him any space to breathe. He was already fed up. "Honestly, I just want to get the hell out of here," he muttered, taking another drink. "This place isn’t that bad. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it here. Just relax," she smiled and touched his shoulder.

Shuffling. Me(very pissed): Who the fuck is this?!... It better not be you silly teenagers prank calling or I swear to God I'll- **Shh, shh. Language, Sunshine.** Me: Pycho stalker? I gasped Stalker: Thats the name you've given me huh? Interesting. He chuckled seeming very amused. Me(very scared now but acting like I don't give a shit): What do you want? Stalker: Isn't it obvious? I want you, Sunshine.

They stood with military precision. The filthy rags sloughed off their shoulders, falling into the toxic sludge of the loading bay to reveal the sleek, matte-black armor beneath. High Council Stalkers. They had embedded themselves in the dying perimeter packs, waiting for the dome to crack, waiting for the anomaly to step out of the light. The lead Stalker stepped over a cowering, skeletal woman. He didn't draw a blade. He raised a heavy, silver-salt containment rifle, the barrel humming with a sickly purple charge.

I walked over to my bed and sat the food down then grabbed my laptop and started watching the movie from last night to finish it. I finished my food and the movie I threw away my food package and started the second movie of the romance series I was watching. I was about half way through when my phone went off twice, I grabbed it and checked. Stalker was back again this time is different then the messages from before. It was another picture and a message of course, the picture was me grabbing my food and the message read. "I can see you but you can't see me!". I decided if I ignored them they would give up and go away.

"I'm sad that I can no longer spend more time today with you, my dear Maurice. But I understand that I can't be so selfish as to hoard you to myself. Hahaha. See, your fans are already coming for you, eager to dissect you and donate your organs to needy people.Hahaha!" "By the way, I don't know what items you have in your inventory. However, I don't believe that you can successfully run away without buying something from the system. I want to see how long you can hold on. Hahaha! As a qualified stalker, I will never be far from you! I'm looking forward to you reciprocating my love and devotion by showing me a good show!"

Leo whispered, his hand going to the jagged shard of Syndicate steel at his belt. ​"I see six," Elena’s voice was a ghost in his ear. "Wait... make that twelve. They’re using active camouflage, Leo. They’re blurring the air around them. They’re not Syndicate. They’re Colony Stalkers." ​The first Stalker moved with terrifying speed. One moment, there was nothing but the smell of ozone and wet pavement; the next, a blade of shimmering, vibrating plasma was inches from Leo’s throat. ​Leo didn’t move his head. He moved his center of gravity.

"This isn't a soot-storm anymore. We have a 'Phase-Shift' breach!" The suspense of the "Descent" was a nightmare of shifting geometry. The Stalkers didn't need to break the bronze-wood hull; they simply vibrated at a frequency that allowed them to pass through solid matter as if it were a liquid. On the residential levels, the temperature plummeted. Wherever a Stalker passed, the moisture in the air didn't just freeze—it sublimated into jagged frost-flowers that hummed with a low, malevolent energy.

"Is this a joke. I've been a Manager for a long time, and are you trying to talk me that I don't know the difference between a harmless fan and a Stalker. The very least you can do is to send someone to watch her!" Sebastian stopped Isabella who was about to lose it and faced them himself. "Then we will send some officers!" The Chief could only agree reluctantly." FLASHBACK ENDS. "But even as we sent officers, we couldn't find a trace of the stalker and we let her know there was no stalker. She was so angry that she and her Manager swore that if anything happens in the future, they will never cooperate with the police. And they even have a legal file backing them up" Seel finished narrating