Novel & Cerita Psychopath Stalking

“All of which I could forgive if you didn’t set me up with an anorexic Mexican who believes he is a fictional character; ruining one of my favorite romance novels with the experience! Now you won’t have to worry about the big city swallowing my midget body whole, since the proper schizophrenic you gave my personal information is stalking me!” I stamp my foot with a sharp intake of breath. “He’s a stalker, Nicky! You know how I feel about stalkers! They are up there with being late, daisies and Hitler! ” I heave in a shaky breath, battling down the panic.

He smirked leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, putting his legs on the table like he owned the place “well if it isn't my little ass-kicking warrior.” I let out a short amused snort, folding my arms across my chest. I could play this game better than he could and I was not going to let him scare me. There were a dozen kids behind the door all I had to do was scream and believe me when I say, I’m a screamer. "I'm not your anything, thief," I retorted emphasizing the term of possession. This is how it all begins I tell you. I had watched enough crime shows to know stalkers always think they own their prey. I had to make that point clear. I'll be damned if I was connected to that

“What has that got to do with your protecting me?” “Knowing the guy’s motivation can be helpful,” I said. “If he’s a total nut case, that could make being your bodyguard a lot tougher. Mentally ill stalkers are so irrational that nothing short of locking them up keeps the victim safe. If he’s doing it to get revenge on you for firing him, maybe we can dissuade him. On the other hand, if there’s another reason...” “Like what?” she asked. "Like, is he a spurned lover?” I asked.

Patting my shoulder softly, she smiled one last time at me before attempting to walk past me. But before she could take two more steps away, my restraint snapped. I grabbed her wrist tightly, pulling her back roughly. Surprise danced in her eyes. Yes. Be surprised. It’s my turn. “You know, for an obsessive stalker and a pathetic psychopath like you, I am pretty sure you have done your research about me before getting close.” I began, locking gaze into hers, hard. Drilling my point into her fucking brain. “And if you’d carried out your research properly, you’d have found out one thing about me….”

Brack asked with a strange look on his face. “Nothing,” I replied. He absolutely would not want to know my problem. After another bite of steak, Brack continued. “Chances are good there won’t be a DNA match.” This surprised me. “Why do you say that?” His eyes intensified. “He’s smart and in most cases, stalkers keep a low profile until they find that special someone who activates their warped side.” I had enough guilt thinking this was entirely my fault. “Gee, thanks. That makes me feel better. Just call me Warped Activators R Us.”

Good thing the people passing seemed too busy to bother about our little argument. “I was.” I said truthfully, and her mouth fell open, shocked at maybe the revelation that she’d been stalked or perhaps at how easily I’d admitted the truth. “Do you know that stalking is a crime punishable by law?” “Yes, I know that, but so is stealing.” She let out a frustrated sigh and walked away. I followed after her. “What the hell are you doing?” she questioned, walking faster and pulling her hood down. “I actually came to find you.”

I’m protecting the lunatic who just rearranged my soul with his tongue. “I understand you may feel there’s no statement to make,” she says, gentle but firm, “but your statement will help when it comes to prosecuting him.” “Yeah, that’s not happening.” I clutch the blanket tighter. “For what, exactly?” “We received a call stating this man has been stalking you, was seen spying on you, kidnapped you, and sexually assaulted you.” My head shakes so hard I nearly give myself whiplash. “He didn’t rape me,” I snap. Not once did he cross a line I didn’t want crossed. Overstimulation to the point of tears? Sure. Mind-blowing? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Pfft, Roy wouldn't hurt a fly, never in a million years would I even think it was Roy. "Ok then." Why does it even have to be from my personal life? It could be someone else stalking me too, to gain access to stalking you. Or maybe Stenz could be an evil mastermind, sitting somewhere with a glass of iced Takila in a really dark and beautifully decorated room, but you wouldn't notice the beauty of the room because, you know, it's dark. And he has some kind of screen watching your every move. He is probably sending one of his best-camouflaged minions to do the filthy dirty work for him.

The sight of her covered in blood, unable to heal, made his stomach churn. They hurt her, they made her this way. Wasn't it enough? Losing a child, getting stalked—hadn't she endured enough suffering? The stalking , making her look over her shoulder every second. Whoever was stalking her was probably good at his or her job or wasn't human or a moon creature. They had evaded his detection so far, leaving little to no trace. It was a matter for another day. He clenched his fists, rage battling within him. He couldn't waste any more time. He had to find her.

Misha said. “Well, psychos can really be good actors and they can really be manipulative,” Maggie stated. “That would be part of his alibi once you discover him stalking you. Like he’d say, ‘Hey, didn’t you see how surprised I was when I saw you. I wasn’t expecting you to be there.’ But for all we know, he’d been eyeing you the moment you stepped inside that place, gathering more info on how he can manipulate you and wrap around his finger. Avoid that guy. Psychos are dangerous.” Maggie paused, and looked at the rearview mirror. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s following us right this moment.” And Misha and Yana instinctively looked at the road behind them—and Misha instantly noticed a black