Novel True Stalker Novels & Stories

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

I whimpered from his dirty talk while he kept on fingering me, kissing, and licking my sensitive spot on the crook of my neck. Stalker? oh, fuck? Did he know? Shit! Ella, you're screwed. "Stalker?" "It's a long story..." he was unbuttoning my dress and easily throwing it to his lush carpet as if he needs to get me naked soonest possible. "Baby, are you okay?" he was being a sweetheart when he stopped and looked at me. "Yeah, sorry...I didn't realize that being famous comes with a stalker." My heart was shredded to pieces, I know already that my thing with Brice was not real, that it was just a phase for him. But I didn't expect that it'll end sooner than later.

Motherfucker. That was the reason second chances weren’t worth giving. Adrian was smart, too smart. And he hid behind the Nikolaev family. It was the reason it took us so long to figure out who kept hacking our system, copying our data, and then taunting us with the sins we’d committed. Nobody in the underworld was innocent.

“Of course I do. I have a lot of goods here, all acquired from the Night Stalkers Sect. Young man, I see that you are an expert, you actually know the Night Stalkers Sect. “Come… quickly have a look at my goods. I guarantee you that everything I’m selling was obtained from that organization. I cheat no one.” With that, the stall owner squatted down in front of his own stall and began to speak rapidly. He went on and on, introducing his various goods to Tyr. At first, he sounded reasonable, but when Tyr heard him start to brag about the main character in a novel titled Candle In The Tomb, he fell into a daze. “Cut the nonsense, dude! I’ve had enough of your crap.” Having cut off the stall own

I nodded, "ja, ik spreek Nederlands. Maar niet zo goed. [Yes, I speak Dutch. But not that well.]" "That’s awesome," Isaac, my cousin, said. "You need to teach me a few words." "I will," I said, smiling at Isaac. "Well, so we went inside his office and he gave me truth serum laced with wolfsbane, and it was the worst fucking timing because the school was attacked and someone heard my name being mentioned. The fucker already didn’t trust me, but now he really didn’t. I revealed my real name, and he tried to kill me. Eve helped me, and he turned his wrath on her. They were true mates, and he really fucking hated Eve. I was hurt, but I managed to get a knife, and he was too busy beating up his m

The Stalker? Lily's POV “W-who are you?” I barely managed to utter as the man became visible to me. I saw his tattooed chest, his fuller biceps and the anger on his face. Though his face was not really visible that much I was trying to register his face but the lights of the bar were switched off. Will he kill me? “Alister” He said, his voice was different from others, it held the caliber to make others feel terror.

"I’m sorry? That sounds a bit dramatic, don't you think?" "Don't play dumb," Jovan interrupted. His voice was low, a dangerous rumble that made Chloe flinch. He didn't look away from her, his dark eyes boring into hers like twin barrels of a gun. "Do you know an Archer Schuyler?" Chloe tilted her head, the picture of practiced innocence. "Archer? The name sounds familiar. Oh, wait. Was that the stalker who caused the scene yesterday? Why would I know him, Jovan?" She shot me a look of pure, unadulterated vitriol.

is closest. After the bodies are safely hidden until the morning trash removal when I’ll already be long gone, I stand the empty shells of armor back up as if the stagnant guards remain at their posts, which assists in avoiding detection before I’m finished and out. If I’m able to get inside of the main building of the estate without killing additional guards by using discrete entrances such as picking locked wine cellar doors, picking locked windows on a higher floor level, or using maintenance tunnels, I do. I use my knowledge of the maps I study for each estate infiltration, usually popping a panel from the ceilings and traveling between the ceilings or roofs using the wooden support bea

My finger hovers over the temperature button. I remember yesterday. Someone following me. It can't be. “You have a stalker,” Delilah says flatly. I laugh, though it sounds hollow even to my own ears. “I’m like the most uninteresting person to stalk. There’s nothing to report. I work, I eat, and I sleep. That’s it.” “And you undress,” Sam sings. “And you shower,” Tessa adds. “And you’re alone half the time,” Sam continues. “Driving home alone. Living in that big house with just your sister.”