Novel True Stalker Novels & Stories

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Leo whispered, his hand going to the jagged shard of Syndicate steel at his belt. ​"I see six," Elena’s voice was a ghost in his ear. "Wait... make that twelve. They’re using active camouflage, Leo. They’re blurring the air around them. They’re not Syndicate. They’re Colony Stalkers." ​The first Stalker moved with terrifying speed. One moment, there was nothing but the smell of ozone and wet pavement; the next, a blade of shimmering, vibrating plasma was inches from Leo’s throat. ​Leo didn’t move his head. He moved his center of gravity.

"Stalker, who else? The best shadow we know. We've hired him once, remember? To tail Randy. That's how we know about his drug dealing dens and eradicate them all." Ah. Stalker. An ex-special ops commander who supposedly 'went rogue' and was discharged. But Ben and I managed to find out the truth—the Minister of Defence was stealing from the nation's taxes; Stalker found out by accident and tried to have him removed. "I know Juliette means a lot to our plans. So he's the best guy for the job," Ben explained. I agree with Ben. Stalker is the best we know. He never loses a target, whether in sight or danger.

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.

They stood with military precision. The filthy rags sloughed off their shoulders, falling into the toxic sludge of the loading bay to reveal the sleek, matte-black armor beneath. High Council Stalkers. They had embedded themselves in the dying perimeter packs, waiting for the dome to crack, waiting for the anomaly to step out of the light. The lead Stalker stepped over a cowering, skeletal woman. He didn't draw a blade. He raised a heavy, silver-salt containment rifle, the barrel humming with a sickly purple charge.

, Juliana answered straightforwardly but deep down she liked it. "Okay…. Then, under what name are you saving my number". Alberto asked. He saw her saving his number. So, he called and asked Juliana to show it. Juliana didn't hesitate to show him as her phone rang. It said, "Mr Stalker" on her phone screen.

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

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.