Psychopath Stalking Novels & Stories

Dita said while looking at her empty cupboard. "I did it," Deg, that voice? Dita quickly turned around to confirm the person, and sure enough, it was Radya the psychopath. "Crazy guy? Uh, I mean, you?" "Yes, I did all this," said Radya, he leaned against the door of Dita's room with his chest crossed. "Why, on what basis did you do this?" Dita couldn't understand this guy. Radya walked towards Dita with a smirk that made Dita retreat slowly and finally stuck to the wall.

Memories of feeling unsafe, scared, and alone against the unknown. “What about him?” William thundered out. “Let him rot in prison.” “That’s just it. His lawyer asked for a psychological assessment,” Anthony retorted in all seriousness. “That means he’s either truly deranged, or is going to fool the therapist into thinking he is.” Simone heaved a sigh and then reasoned out loud, “Most stalkers are usually somewhat, if not fully, deranged.” “True,“ Anthony conceded with a nod. “But this means he might get away with what he did. The judge could rule in favor of sending him to the psychiatric asyleum.”

"Or did you just think he was going to? You're on edge. You've had a traumatic week." "Don't psychoanalyze me," I snapped, setting the water down hard. "I know the difference between a pedestrian and a stalker. He was hunting me." "I'm not saying you're crazy," Maya said, raising her hands. "I'm just saying... you're stressed. You're seeing shadows where there might just be trees. If someone was really stalking you, wouldn't they have tried harder? Or run when I screamed?" "He was smart," I insisted, my voice rising. "He acted normal so you wouldn't call the police. That makes him more dangerous, not less!"

I murmur, still avoiding her face. “You didn’t have too.” She playfully smacks my arm. “Of course it was good, he isn’t the mafia playboy for nothing. Too bad that he is also a stalking psychopath.” “Yeah.” I lift my cup to my lips. “Too bad.”

Although the driver doesn't seem pleased with my answer, he nods in understanding. “This is not your house isn't it?” the driver finally snaps after minutes of waiting. I open my mouth to reply but the driver beats me. “You do realize that stalking is a crime right? If you don't leave at this moment,I'm going to call the police.” he threatens giving me a stern look. “I think you have misunderstood me. I am not a stalker, I just don't have the courage to approach her after what I did to her in the past.”I find myself confessing.

“Did he tell you why?” I nodded. “He said he’s been obsessed with me.” “No, no, no,” she disagreed. “From what I’ve heard, he’d been traumatized as a kid because of his parents. How could he have the time to stalk you? I think he’s trying to scare you. So he made up stories to test you. Yes, maybe he has post-traumatic stress syndrome or something, but that doesn’t make him a creepy stalker. Of course, you would feel it if someone were watching you. Have you?”

Bugh Plakk Mas raka kept hitting me and slapping me even this time he took a dagger and scratched the wound on my arm blood was pouring out I winced in pain but mas Raka just laughed out loud seeing me in pain like this instead of helping it made me hurt even more afterscratching wounds that seemed to be deep, mas Raka hit me again non-stop it really hurt my whole body it felt like all my bones were crushed because of what Raka did. "You're crazy bro, you need a psychiatrist" I said loudly but bro still laughing even this time bro Raka's laughter was very scary for me, mas raka pulled my injured hand and licked the blood that came out of my hand really disgusting since when did Raka become l

“You are doing a good job of that yourself.” His calm voice gritted on my nerves making me angrier. Isn’t stalking illegal? And the nerve of him to call me a fool with that mocking look in his eyes. Nobody ever takes me seriously and when they do, they mock me. It was just too much to take and without thinking I marched up to him and was about to vent my anger on him when he easily caught my hand in a strong grip. I thought he was going to further humiliate me but just then someone else joined us.

I punched him in the arm. We walked to the couch. “So what does your friend think?” I sat down bringing my wine to my lips. God, I am so pissed I have allowed this human to have such control over me. “According to Massachusetts law. Stalking is a felony and she could go to jail for up to six years.” I almost spit my wine out. “Really?” I was shocked. “If we see her again, we have to call the police right away. He made sure I put his number into my phone.” I am just beside myself at this point. “She is going through a lot to make a point, don't you think? It really makes me uneasy knowing she is just around. Would they send a car here? Is that crazy for me to ask?” I finished my

There is a thin line between fight or flight, called freeze. Liqufied mass holding her breath in her throat is the evidence. “Having fun?” he pointed his chin to the lingerie bag. If the hoarse, gravelly voice didn’t do the job, his massacring smile does. “Come, I need to talk to you” the limbless puppet roughly pulled to stand and dragged to exit the restaurant. Gone the playboy in Suman. Hello to the raw, cold man. His stalking finally paid off. The image of her in a sexy neon pink sleeping gown pushed the boundaries of stalking to staking. If only he could pursue her…