Hello Stalker Novels & Stories

How I wish it was just that stalker. "Ha…" Now that I think about him, he wouldn't do anything bad to my mom while I was away, right? I slap myself, as I forgot to tell Auntie Marga about that weird stalker. I just hope that he won't do any funny things while I'm away. I don't know what I can do to him if I find out that he did something. I'll give him the same thing that he gave my mom, even though he's an alpha.

The chest remained still, yet the beast vibrated with a low-frequency hum that rattled the teeth. Silence Stalker. The name drifted through my mind, a fragment of lore Nash had once recited to me. They eat the sound. They hunt the quiet. Nash cursed, a ragged sound of pure frustration. He lunged forward, swinging the heavy bone crutch like a club. "Get back! Stay away from them!" The movement was clumsy. Nash’s ruined legs gave him no leverage. He was slow. The Stalker didn't even dodge. It simply twitched—a blur of motion.

I wink at her, pulling out my knife and she actually laughs. Blake, still at the laptop, looks up briefly, glancing between me and Demitri. “And I would prefer to figure out who’s been tracking her. The guy’s smart, and whoever they are, they’re good. Name’s Blake, by the way.” Blake, the notorious Stalker who never gets seen. Demitri and I lock eyes again, the tension still simmering as Blake turns back to his screen, clearly enjoying the show. Alissia, bored with our staring contest, grins. “Come on, you two. Enough with the words. If you’re gonna throw something, at least make it a knife.”

I was just about to drop my phone back on the table when it buzzed at with a message, this time around it was from the Stalker. “That bastard!” I cursed as I opened the text message from him. “I hope it was fun having Eli fuck up. Enjoy it while it last because I'm taking him back.” What the fuck does this mean? Was the whole that happened at the basketball court been watched by the Stalker?”

"He’s watching the heat signatures in your bed. He wants to see if your heart rate spikes when you think of the boy in the basement." "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "Because the quiet is a lie," the Stalker said. "He’s moving the signatures for the merger to tonight. He’s not waiting for Monday. He’s doing it now while you’re locked in. He thinks he’s cut your legs off." "I can't do anything," I said. "I have no phone. I have no way out." "You have your voice," the Stalker said. "And you have the truth. The quiet is your weapon. Use it to make him think you’ve surrendered. When a man thinks he’s won, he gets sloppy with his keys."

I turn to Noah as I whisper. "We have to move now." He nods his head, although I see the fear in his eyes, I motion for mark to bring out the battering ram, as I pull out a smokescreen, the door is down in seconds, and I throw the smokescreen into the room, putting on my heat sensor goggles so I can see where the heat sources are.

Storm said, giving his mom a peck on the cheek. "Doe een beetje lief tegen haar, oke? [Be nice to her oke?]" Eve replied. I could see why Alpha Fuckface would find them speaking Dutch annoying; I couldn’t understand a single thing they were saying. Why wouldn’t they just mindlink if they wanted some privacy? Storm walked towards his car, and I followed him. Was this going to be my life until I escaped? Being a fucking dog chasing after its master? I went to the other side of the car and tried to open the door, but I had no fucking clue how. Where was the fucking door handle?

LeatherLurker has entered the room. My breath stalls. The cursor blinks. I stare at the username, heart kicking against my ribs. Him. The bunny-helmet freak. The fixer. The savior. The stalker. My fingers freeze. I force a smile, shaky, but there. “Well, well… evening, Leather Lurker,” I say, voice low, teasing, but it cracks on the edges. “Didn’t think you’d show up again so soon.” A single chime rings out. Loud. Heavy.

It had no eyes, only a long, questing snout that pulsed with a sickly indigo light. ​It was a Stalker-Hound, a general of the Shadow Pack. ​“If I flare my power, she’ll see us,” Elara whispered, the link between her and Caleb humming with a shared adrenaline. ​“Then don’t flare,” Caleb thought, his hand finding the small of her back. “Be the vacuum, Elara. Be the thing that isn't there.”

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.