Hello Stalker Novels & Stories

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

Sleep was a country Sabatine Stalker had been deported from. It had revoked his visa years ago, on a dusty, blood-soaked road outside a city that didn’t exist on any public map. Since then, he’d only been granted brief, fraught tourist passes—shallow zones of grey static haunted by the faces of the dead.

The whispering woods awaited them at dawn, and with it, the elusive Earth Stalker, a symbol of hope and a chance to rewrite their destinies. The pre-dawn air hung heavy with anticipation, a thick fog mirroring the turmoil within Deimon and Gandal. Today, under the watchful gaze of the rising sun, the fate of their romantic journeys with Kate would be decided, not by some barroom brawl, but by an ancient tradition – the hunt for the elusive Earth Stalker.

he brawled and his eyes looked swollen. “A stalker. A rich, shirtless—” “I have a shirt!” he cuts in, angry. I hope those eyes doesn't become something else but to cover my worries, I continued. “—creepy hockey player who sneaks into women's apartments in the middle of the night.” “I LIVE HERE!” he capitalized placing his hands on his head like I've mentioned the worst. “That's exactly what a stalker would say!” Seven made a soubd which resemble a growl and a scream.

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

She gave me that 'you are impossible' look as she shook her head in disappointment. "You're jumping to conclusions, Xena. Nothing even happened. You should be excited and like a good friend ask me stuff like what his room looked like." "God, my best friend is a psycho stalker and to make things worse, she is in complete denial about it." Xena looked up as if she was really talking to God. So much drama. "I am not a psycho stalker. I am just being a good girl and doing exactly what he asked me to do."

And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.

I wanted to look harmless enough for him, so he wouldn't suspect my plans for him. “And?” He glared. My dick twitched in my slacks. I was grateful it was dark out here, else he would have known just how sick his future husband is. “I want to reintroduce myself to you.” I stopped in front of him and extended my hand. “I'm Stein Schmidt.” He stared at my hand for a few seconds, then his gaze returned to my face. It darkened some more. “And who the hell told you I wanted to fucking know you, bastard?!”

Stalker, How are you? Hope you are doing good. I am in need of your view on something on a little personal level. Hope you don't mind me asking. What is love? How do you know if you are in love? I am in total confusion and if you can shed some light, I will be grateful to you. Thank you!'