Novel & Cerita Scariest Stalkers

“Someone is stalking me.” It was scary as fuck. I’d never been stalked but I’d heard stories about other women who ended up getting killed by their stalkers. I didn’t know if the person had a vendetta against me or Caspian, but considering they sent the pictures to Caspian, they were doing it to fuck with him. Was this what I had to endure to be with him again? I rushed to my sink and hunched over it, but nothing came out and I only ended up dry heaving but Caspian was there to rub my back gently. “Don’t be scared, baby. They won’t be able to hurt you.”

Deep within her, a flicker of resilience ignited, pushing her to face her darkest fears head-on. Brenda sat alone in her dimly lit living room, her heart pounding against her chest like a trapped bird. The threatening messages from her stalker had intensified, and a chill ran down her spine as she read through them once again. Her suspicions had grown stronger with each passing day, pointing towards her ex-lover, Alfred. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, and it seemed impossible to ignore the truth any longer.

Imak says gravely. My fingers fly across the page as I read the report and I can feel the blood drain from my face and my stomach turn. I’ve been around for tens of thousands of years, and I’ve witnessed all levels of depravity this world has to offer, and yet it never gets any easier. The poor young woman this man was accused of stalking was found mutilated beyond recognition in his flat. Her body parts covering his bedroom wall like some grotesque Ed Gein-inspired wallpaper. Police officials in England are still at a loss for words on how he managed to do it, but there’s no denying his guilt. They’ll never know magic was the cause but finding a woman’s body parts covering every surface of

I had come here to help him—to pull him out of this nightmare before it consumed him entirely. If I did nothing, he would be left with only two terrible fates: either he would be driven to take his own life, or the fear inflicted upon him by the Walkers would eventually kill him in his sleep. And if that wasn’t horrifying enough, there was someone else—his stalker. She was relentless, obsessive, and dangerous, willing to do whatever it took to make sure he belonged to her alone. Her psychotic fixation knew no bounds.

His fingers scratched her face and dug through her eyes, making Rosa scream in horrifying pain. “Stupid bitch!” Ray said, using his last strength to stab her stomach before his head slumped and he dropped dead. The room was already engulfed in fire as there was no way out. Rosa's horrifying screams and wailing penetrated my eardrums. Finally, It was over. The evil mistress had met her waterloo. I was about to turn to leave when I felt a presence behind me. My heart flew as fear consumed me. Slowly, I tilted my head, taking a look at the face of the stalker.

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.

"I'm ready for you to kick my ass. Get a few practice partners lined up." "Is this afternoon too soon?" "Not soon enough." I dreaded my next call, but bit the bullet anyway. "The world must be coming to an end. What's up, bitch?" Valery said with her usual air of superiority. I went straight to the point. "I'm not sure if you've heard about my stalker. He's killed two people. My friends, or in your case not so friendly acquaintances, could be on the list." "Wow, Daddy must be keeping this quiet in the media."

The gunshots scared us; Mia has not been the same. It’s been two long years since I lost Megra, and now that we have found each other again, life isn’t kind. The threats have never stopped; they have only mutated. First, it was Anna, then the stalker—a phantom menace who made our lives hell with anonymous pictures and threats. Then Megra left. That terror was left behind, but it seems to have found us again. And then there's Conor, a different kind of threat altogether. He’s dangerous, manipulative, and as desperate as a cornered animal. I wouldn’t put it past him to try something drastic to take Mia from us. The thought sends a chill down my spine.

GAVIN I read the text again, analysing different types of stalkers in my head. There are journalists I pay to take off the heat. There are those whom I just create diversions, and there are those who usually want to fish money from me using threats. The next text confirms the type of stalker this is. I will expose you for the fraud you are, was in the first message, which came out as a threat. [Meet me in person, so we can talk business, and let the story die]

“Y you don’t get it. Even if I talk, it won’t stop them. They’re everywhere. Every move you make “ Ryan cut him off, slamming a fist against the wall inches from his head. “Try us.” The stalker’s lips trembled. For the first time, his bravado faltered. “They… they call themselves The Watchers. I don’t know real names. I don’t even know how many there are. Orders come through encrypted drops. I just… follow.” Jake’s eyes darkened. “And your orders tonight?” The man hesitated, then his gaze slid to Lola again. “To scare her. Break her down. Make her vulnerable. She’s… important to them.”