How To Tell A Stalker To Leave You Alone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She was now relaxed as Alberto didn't look like a threat to him. "I already did. But I don't have any modeling experience and they prefer experienced models. So, I wanted to tell you personally that I am your fan. I really like you… mm.. your work and I want to be a model for it". Alberto replied. "Well Mr Stalker, I have a team and we make our decisions together. We will select models and if you would be good enough to be a model. Then we will call you. So, no more stalking. Otherwise I will have to call the police and neither of us want that to happen. I think you would understand that". Juliana said.

A man was sitting alone and drinking from a cup, the other seat was empty, and there was no other way to hide from a stalker other than blending into the crowd. I immediately sat opposite the guy, he looked up from his phone and gave me a weird look, he looked like he was in his late twenties. “Hi, will you be my boyfriend? Just… for a minute.” I tried not to show that it was obvious I was hiding from a psychopathic stalker who would kill both of us if I was found. “You’re not a.. serial killer are you?” He folded his arms and dropped his phone on the table. “That depends, how many times does it take till you get to serial?”

“He didn’t go to work. He’s sick. He couldn’t step out.” It was a lie—a desperate one. But I had no other choice. If I didn’t say something to deter him, he might actually show up. Or worse, he already had. “Well,” he said, voice dropping into something more sinister, “why not tell him you’re expecting a guest? I’m sure he’d be happy to see me.” “Alex! Stop being a stalker!” I snapped. “Leave me alone!” And then, just like something out of a nightmare, I heard the passcode being punched in from outside.

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.

"Oh, that...dead mice, probably store-bought. You know the one reptile keeper buy for their snakes and such. The sick psycho smears its blood on the box. We are having the box examined, but until we find our stalker, you're not going anywhere alone. I prefer having you here, and now that you're sick I think it's better if you rest." Brice continues on Grady's explanation. "Grady and I already talk about Clara's announcement tomorrow and our pictures and a statement from her as my agent will suffice and she said the silence from our side, will be better as if we are attempting a low profile on our engagement and it's perfect for the stalker situation."

“So every time I looked over my shoulder, it was you?” “Of course, it was him, Harley. He's been watching you for the last eight years and finally manipulated you into his fucking bed.” I see her eyes flickering back and forth between me and the door, and I know she's about to fucking bolt. “Don't fucking do it, little bird. It's not your time to fly away just yet…” “Fuck you, Brixton! I never want to see you again! And that doesn't fucking mean you should start stalking me again. Leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone. For good!”

“Someone is after me… someone is following me… stalking me.” Sam grabs my arms, gentle but firm. “Okay. Let’s stay calm. This person is leaving gifts—that’s it. No threats, no signs anyone wants to physically harm you. We take it step by step.” He and Tessa guide me out of the tiny security room. I watch Sam slip the guard his number, and a small laugh escapes me despite everything. “I can’t believe that worked,” I mutter. Sam shrugs, calm as ever. “If I trust one thing, it’s my gaydar. No gay slips past me.”

"All the more reason for you to be safe and stay away from them. If someone is stalking you, the person might expect you back with them." He grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. My knees buckled a little, but he caught me, and I was locked in his gaze. I wanted to kiss him all over again but I stopped myself. I knew wouldn't be able to resist him once I did. It ached. But at the same time, I didn't want to be alone. I needed something, someone to distract me from him. He had to understand. "I'll be safe," I sighed pulling away from him and catching his lips turn down at the corners. "I'll.be alert and call you at the first sign of trouble."