Novel True Stalker Novels & Stories

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

I closed my eyes as I felt his breath against my neck, ‘Everett…’ ‘The Wolf’s Legacy,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘What?’ ‘That’s what the book is called. It was my favourite book growing up, but if anyone asks, it’s The Alpha’s Roar, okay?’ Moving his hand off of my waist, I turned to face him, blinking multiple times to ensure my tears had dissipated away, ‘Why lie about your favourite book?’

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

One True Love Copyright © 2018 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

I told them. "Where did that go wrong?" Peter asked. Because obviously things did not go to plan as i was couvered in blood. "Well, to start with, they had a witch working for them, and she could tell that i was more than a normal human, but she wouldnt figure out what i was. She sensed me while i was watching from the next warehouse over. One of the men, not the leader, but he was higher up by the way the others spoke to him. He came into the building to see who was there...The thing is, by the time he got into the warehouse i was in, someone else had entered it, from the back. Only this other man was masking his scent somehow, i should have smelt him, but i didnt, i heard him. I tried to p

I could hear them scuttling across rooftops, their clicking sounds echoing through the streets. The camp alarm started blaring. Hunters poured out of buildings, weapons drawn. But they weren’t ready. Most of them were Stage One, barely trained. They’d get slaughtered. “North perimeter!” I shouted. “They’re coming from the north!” The first anomaly dropped into the camp. A Stalker. Then another. Then five more. They moved with that coordinated intelligence that made them Class C instead of Class D. I hit the first one with a shadow spike, driving through its skull before it could attack. The second one dodged and came at me from the side. I caught it with a shadow net, pulled it down, and fin

I take my time, watching their lives fall apart from the inside, all while they’re looking over their shoulder, trying to figure out where the danger is coming from. By the time they realize the answer, it’s already too late. Well, that was how I do things.Sitting here, I read Nova’s message again and again, like she’s calling out to be stalked. To be chased, to be hunted. It’s not how I usually find my victims, not how I play my games. But there she is, practically offering herself up on a silver platter. She wants to know what it’s like to be a stalker? Maybe I should make her my next victim, just to show her what it really means.

She cursed the tears that had made her miss her way so… cursed the entire town and the day she ever set foot in it. Natalie had always thought Clarksville was bad— and to be honest, it was, but at least she could deal with the things that happened to her over there, Being bullied and being the town outcast seemed to be nothing when placed in comparison to having a stalker watch your every mood while claiming you as his! Oh Natalie, but what makes you think it’s a man? Her subconscious mocked darkly, drawing a shiver out of the young, scantily-clad woman. She didn’t even have time to contemplate if her shivering had to do with her thoughts or with the chilly nature of her surroundings, for sh

"They found our boot prints in the mud." One of the Stalkers stopped. He knelt, examining the ground. He looked up, straight at the bush where Ben was hiding. The Stalker raised his rifle. "Ambush!" Jack roared. He exploded from cover. He didn't use his gun. Gunshots attracted more attention. He used speed. He closed the distance in two seconds. The Stalker fired. The bullet went wide as Jack slid on the wet leaves, sweeping the man's legs. The Stalker fell. Jack was on him, knife at the throat.

How I wish it was just that stalker. "Ha…" Now that I think about him, he wouldn't do anything bad to my mom while I was away, right? I slap myself, as I forgot to tell Auntie Marga about that weird stalker. I just hope that he won't do any funny things while I'm away. I don't know what I can do to him if I find out that he did something. I'll give him the same thing that he gave my mom, even though he's an alpha.