Hello Stalker Novels & Stories

"I swear the second I come out of this....this dying situation...you will be dead meat!! I will kill you with my own hands...twist your neck in the worst angle and smash that irritatingly handsome face of yours against my own fuck*** locker!! These fingers...I will cut them one by one to my heart's satisfaction and then I-" "I won't continue if I were you Stalker. After all, the person you are talking about is your only saviour"

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

They were massive, prowling the edge of the crater on four multi-jointed limbs, their featureless heads sweeping back and forth. Unlike the Sentinels, the Stalkers didn't just delete what they touched. From their backs, tendrils of void-whips lashed out, casually unmaking boulders and debris as they paced. There were six of them. We were out of comms. Dax looked at me, then at Reaper and Sienna. He tapped two fingers against his chest, then pointed to the left flank of the crater. I will draw them left. He pointed to Reaper and Sienna, slicing his hand down the middle. You take the center. Cover fire if it goes loud. Finally, he looked at me and pointed directly at the glowing purple tear in

My heart pounded faster; butterflies swirled in my stomach. Then, in the darkness, my phone lit up—a new message. I tapped the screen and froze. It was from the stalker. Just one word: “Sorry.”

Then out of nowhere my phone started vibrating, indicating that I had received a text. You aren't up to anything suicidal? Now are you? - B Who is- OK how did he get my number. So stalker how did you get my number? - C Stalker? Me? Nope sweetheart I'm too hot to be a stalker, more like handsome prince charming. -B Have you even seen the mirror? U r more of a goose than a prince. -C Liar liar Pants on fire -B What are u 5? -C Nope. I'm 10 on the scale of hotness -B

“I’m sure you don’t need further directions. You’re very familiar with the place, Mr. Ralph. It’s part of your father’s legacy—the one you’ve been working sooo, sooo hard to erase.” That sick piece of shit. I hope he didn’t bring Juliette there. ***** [Stalker’s POV] 12:45 p.m. This place has got to be it, Stalker was sure of it. He could feel it in his veins, that sense of anxiety that tells him he was getting close to his target. Shipping containers. This place has lots of them, and Stalker figured that they would be the perfect place to hide the hostage. Stealthily and swiftly, he breezed through the thick foliage and arrived at an empty structure.

My finger hovers over the temperature button. I remember yesterday. Someone following me. It can't be. “You have a stalker,” Delilah says flatly. I laugh, though it sounds hollow even to my own ears. “I’m like the most uninteresting person to stalk. There’s nothing to report. I work, I eat, and I sleep. That’s it.” “And you undress,” Sam sings. “And you shower,” Tessa adds. “And you’re alone half the time,” Sam continues. “Driving home alone. Living in that big house with just your sister.”

The Master AI blinked, projecting the route. << ACTIVATING ROUTE GUIDANCE. DISTANCE TO BIOLOGY RESEARCH CENTER: 5 KILOMETERS. >> << ROUTE: THROUGH SLUM AREAS CONTAMINATED BY 'PEEPER ZOMBIES' (NEW VARIANT: 'STALKER ZOMBIE' – HIGHLY CUNNING, MOVES WITHOUT SOUND, SENSITIVE TO WI-FI SIGNALS). << Warning: High risk of falling into the 'Silence Trap'. >> Stalker Zombies? Wi-Fi signal sensitive? Bima frowned.

It felt like he was reading an adventure story except that, here, he was not a reader, but one of the characters-the suffering protagonist probably. His stalker was the villain here. "You fucking undermined me, but I'm sure you have come to your senses now." The stalker said again, "If you make any more funny moves, I am going to catch you, and torture you severely. I have got all your life under watch, right here before me. All your life in a computer."

as data. "They're 'Mining' us, Mama!" Kaelen cried out. He raised the Key, but the "Stalkers" were not "Standardized Logic." They were "Emotional Feedback." The more Kaelen fought them, the more "Popular" he became. The more he shouted, the more "High-Stakes" the scene was for the audience. He was trapped in a "Popularity Paradox." "The 'Key' only works on 'Code', Kaelen!" Seraphina shouted from the ramparts. "The Stalkers are 'Biological Contaminants' from the 'Real World'! They have 'Narrative Immunity'!"