How To Tell A Stalker To Leave You Alone Novels & Stories

I said and paused. "Please, stop following me! Stop showing up where I am; it's creepy! Focus on your work and leave me be; I do not want to report you to the police for stalking. Trust me, you wouldn't want that," I threatened him, one of my fingers pointed at him. Snarling, I stormed off, stomping my feet on the ground, forgetting about the stain on my dress. I just needed to leave this vicinity; I thought I was going to have a good day.

His brows furrowed. The numbers above his head flipped to 1,155. However, he didn’t shake me off. “Is he your boyfriend?” “No! He’s a sick stalker!” I shook my head in tears. “Please… Help me…” Logan’s gaze shifted. For a split second, I thought I saw thrill flickering across his eyes. Bending over, he retrieved the keys from the ground and tucked me firmly behind his back. “Stay here. Don’t move.” Logan passed the umbrella to me. Using my keys, he unlocked the door with composure.

I send the text and don't expect his response to be almost immediate but it is. It is not the right time. I will never go away. . . Not until you're mine. I shudder at his words that are borderline psychotic stalker behaviour. I turn my phone off and push him to the back of my mind. No way do I need more hassle on top of everything else going on in my life.

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.

"We go with you and we stay close enough to help if things go wrong" "The person said to come alone" "The person is trying to isolate you so they can hurt you" Sebastian points out. "We're not letting that happen" As eleven thirty approaches we gear up like we're heading into battle because none of us know what we're walking into or how dangerous this mysterious stalker might be. "Remember" Sebastian says as we're getting ready to leave. "If anything feels wrong at all you get out of there immediately and let us handle whatever happens next" "What if they run away when they see you with me"

Alexander groaned in frustration and glared at his brother. “Don't shout,” He said and pulled me close for a hug. I snuggled in his embrace and purred like a cat without any worries in the world. “I have a plan,” Arnold said after a while. “Since the stalker is closer to her than we thought. Alicia,” “Yes,” I answered absentmindedly, my eyes slowly getting heavier from fatigue. “I want you to keep the distance in public. Pretend like you still have a fight with us,” “I will catch that rat myself,”

He smirked leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, putting his legs on the table like he owned the place “well if it isn't my little ass-kicking warrior.” I let out a short amused snort, folding my arms across my chest. I could play this game better than he could and I was not going to let him scare me. There were a dozen kids behind the door all I had to do was scream and believe me when I say, I’m a screamer. "I'm not your anything, thief," I retorted emphasizing the term of possession. This is how it all begins I tell you. I had watched enough crime shows to know stalkers always think they own their prey. I had to make that point clear. I'll be damned if I was connected to that

I may have gotten myself a stalker. ******* I got tasers today. Madam Annie helped get them through a ‘friend’ and she told me if I ever feel like it’s a danger I can’t handle, I should make a report to the police. Sure, I’ll do that. But not before I test out these new babies (the tasers, they’re the babies hehe) on my stalker. ********

I now realize how foolish I was to have been ensnared by his facade of innocence, believing his love for me was as deep as mine for him. Summoning the limited courage I could muster, I boldly declared, "You may go to the depths of hell for all I care, but you will never possess me again. My body belongs solely to me. If you persist, I will not hesitate to report your actions to the authorities for stalking. Do not underestimate me," I courageously issued a firm warning to him and disconnected the call. I sank into the sofa, consumed by contemplation on how to evade this impending catastrophe before it becomes irreversible.

It was time. “There’s something you should know,” I said softly. Kael pulled back just enough to look at me, concern flickering in his eyes. “What is it?” I swallowed, the memories of those anonymous messages and photos flooding back. “There was… a stalker. Someone warning me to stay away from you. They sent pictures of us hugging by the front door. They threatened to spread everything if I didn’t end things.” Kael’s expression darkened. “Wait… was that why you decided to end it?”