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

The stalker asked in return. “Babe I don’t know this man, I haven’t seen him anywhere before”Holly said to the man. “Hey leave now before I call the cops”The man threatened the stalker, and he just chuckled muttering something that they heard before walking away. “I’ll get you next time”He muttered and stormed off. “Hollys heart was racing, that she forgot she was wrapping her arm round a stranger. He didn’t even push her away, instead her let her hug him for about two minutes. Then she suddenly let go, staring at him with tears in her eyes.

Next, I bring my glistening fingers into my mouth and suck them clean, also moaning loudly for my stalker to hear. Done sucking my fingers, I sit up on the bed and stare into the dark shadows, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I know you are watching me right now,” My voice comes out huskily and I smile even more, my legs spreading wider in open invitation. “You have been stalking me for months and I know you want me, so stop hiding in my shadows. Come out now. Come over here and claim me if you dare.” A thick silence stretches for a moment and nothing happens.

And with that, my need for a phone or social media had vanished too. Damon had made it clear: I would be staying home and continuing my studies online, again. He had already arranged everything — the course modules, the virtual classrooms, the academic advisors. I didn’t have to lift a finger. I had told him I wouldn’t be using my phone anymore, claiming it distracted me from my studies. But the truth was simpler, darker — I hoped that by cutting off my digital presence, I could starve the stalker of access. No messages. No threats. No twisted videos. Just silence.

"He’s watching the heat signatures in your bed. He wants to see if your heart rate spikes when you think of the boy in the basement." "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "Because the quiet is a lie," the Stalker said. "He’s moving the signatures for the merger to tonight. He’s not waiting for Monday. He’s doing it now while you’re locked in. He thinks he’s cut your legs off." "I can't do anything," I said. "I have no phone. I have no way out." "You have your voice," the Stalker said. "And you have the truth. The quiet is your weapon. Use it to make him think you’ve surrendered. When a man thinks he’s won, he gets sloppy with his keys."

But as I picked it up, another message appeared on the screen: "Don't even think about calling for help. I'm one step ahead." Fear coursed through my veins, but I couldn't let this anonymous stalker intimidate me. I had to take control of the situation. Gathering my courage, I stood up, determined to face this threat head-on. I grabbed a jacket and my keys, leaving my apartment with a newfound sense of purpose.

I warned you. The words stared back at me. And I didn’t know what to do. There were two possibilities, it was either the stalker or whoever that strange was, or someone was playing with me. Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to be a scared lamb anymore. It was too much. No one had any business or right to frighten me like this. I decided to take control. First, I blocked the number. Whoever it was, they wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing me scared anymore.

"I can, and I will. You're not going anywhere. Since day one, you've been the most impulsive and annoying little thing, making one bad decision after the other without thinking of the consequences. So sit down and-" "No, don't talk to me like this. I'm very smart, and I am leaving," I retort weakly, determined to break free from his hold. I take a step around him, intending to walk away, but he swiftly grabs my arm, pulling me closer to his unyielding body.

By the time they realize they’re not imagining things, they’re already spiraling into fear and helplessness. Second, I never overstep before I’m ready. I don’t show my hand until I’m deep enough in their lives to control the narrative. Some stalkers slip up because they get too eager. They want that rush of confrontation. But not me. I wait. I let the tension build until it’s suffocating. Only then, when they’re teetering on the edge, do I make myself known. Sometimes it’s a letter—just one line, handwritten in their favorite color pen. Sometimes it’s a photograph of them sleeping. It all depends on the victim and what will make them crack.

“It’s near the outskirts of the city, about 45 minutes from Ever After Weddings, but I can move in immediately.” Andrew stopped eating and put his utensils down. He wiped his mouth and took his time sipping his coffee before responding. “Are you sure that you want to move out, especially with this stalker situation?” “I think that this might be the best solution to the stalker issue. Whoever they are, they want me out of your mansion. If I move out, then I’ll be giving them exactly what they want—” “Exactly, you’ll be giving them what they want. They’ll know that they can get what they want from you. They might never stop going after you, then.”

“Not for Amaya, not for Ivy, not for anyone. If you step on this property again, I’ll call the police. You’re a stalker and that’s a crime.” “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice shaking. “I won’t tell anyone. I’ll delete the photo.” “You won’t tell anyone,” I said. “You’ll delete every copy. You’ll tell Amaya you moved away. You’ll disappear.” “Do you understand?” I said, staring at her hard. “Yes,” she said, nodding fast. “I won’t come back. I promise.” “Go,” I said. “Out the back door, don’t talk to anyone.”