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After a moment, Jorvan took out an infernal bill from his pocket. However, the money was covered in sticky blood. When it touched my skin, I went and got a rag to wipe it off. In the next second, I froze in place and dared not move. Oh no. In such horror games, only players could see blood. They could also see the actual undead nature of the ghouls. Jorvan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth as he stared at me. “Who are you? Where did the original owner of this food stall go?”

she said while looking at me intently, "Just tell me what's going on in your head?" Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, “I…” My mouth clamped shut, not knowing how to give words to the storm brewing in my head. Sliding her hand over mine, Thea squeezed lightly, “Look, I know something is disturbing you, and I also know it’s related to your stalker. Just…talk to me. I’m here for you,” she said in a voice laced with worry. Grabbing a glass of water, I took a sip and stared her dead in her eyes, “I think he is a werewolf.”

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

I look up to see my stalker checking his watch. "stupid" the man holding me cusses. I blink back the tears threatening to fall. Don't be weak. One of the men grab my arm once again, roughly pulling me up the staircase into the big mansion Once we get in he pushes me forward and I fall to the ground, bruising my knees. I look up to meet a pair of leather shoes. So novel typical. I look up to meet a pair of grey eyes. Looks exactly like Stalkers. "Isabella Russo, how lovely to meet you" I can sense the sarcasm in his words. I can also feel the killer vibes radiating off this man. Too many people, I'd just call him villain.

I'm being stalked by some crazy, obsessed man that doesn't even know my middle name. My phone rang, and I sighed in relief to see that it was Felix. "C, I heard what happened." "Who told you?" "Come on, in this town, any little news on me or you will spread like wildfire. Anyway, since you are home, let's go out." "I really don't want to. After what happened today, I think it's best if I stay in." "If you allow that sicko to scare you now, he will scare you forever." "No."

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.

I walked calmly toward the door, my heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. Behind me, Lydia remained frozen in the middle of the study like prey sensing the approach of a predator too late. The hallway outside felt colder somehow. Sharper. My phone vibrated suddenly inside my coat pocket. One message. Encrypted. Unknown sender. But I already knew who it was. [C: Meet me at the North Docks. 2:00 AM. Bring the "sample". The first Stalker has been spotted.] My breath caught. The Stalkers. The beginning of the end.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

No… I looked closely at the hands trying to tell myself that it could not be and when my eyes found the Imelda tattoo, my heart fell and I was torn between throwing up and crying. Stalker is Orian, Orian is my stalker and grump is all two, they are the same person and someone better come out from the woods and scream its a prank or I would faint right away with the hope of never waking up again. "Malyshka ." He called stepping closer to me, his voice was barely an audible whisper but I heard because he intended for me to hear like he was trying to prove to me that he was the one and I was stupid enough to be played and there was something new to his tone.

Hacker stops and puts up a hand, letting me know to stay still and be quiet. “We’re coming, Hacker. Do not engage!” Raptor says. Unfortunately, at that moment, a very feral looking Stellan slams out of Landon and Lila’s bedroom. He’s panting heavily and frothing at the mouth. “Feral,” Hacker confirms. I’m not sure if it’s meant for me or Raptor, but Raptor responds immediately. “Hacker, get the fuck out of there. NOW!” I understand that we can’t move. Any movement on our part will turn Stellan’s ire toward us. Instead, Hacker stands perfectly still, his body pressing mine against the wall so I can barely see what’s going on.