Scariest Stalkers Novels & Stories

But Liza’s thoughts stopped again when Hunter spoke again. “As for the case of whether I am your stalker or not, well, I guess you could say that yes, I am a stalker.” Liza’s eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips, and she thought, ‘I was right! He is a stalker!’ And the moment she thought of Hunter being her stalker, fear slowly crept up. She’s heard many dangerous and scary stories and rumors about stalkers doing unimaginable things to the people they are obsessed with. Some of it even resulted in killings.

Oh lord, she palmed her face, another thing to worry about aside healing from my injuries. Korina munched greedily on the cupcake she held in her left hand as she typed furiously on the Google search engine 'how to deal with an Anonymous stalker'. She couldn't actually believe she was eating the cakes for all she knew they might have been poisoned but her weakness for pastries won this time. The search result loaded and she clicked on the first one and began to read. "The best way to deal with a stalker is not to react. Collect as much information as you can about this person and get anything that links them to you...

Beatrix cursed anyone she came across. The steps of this middle-aged woman are very lively, not inferior to those of an active teenage girl. Her steps were very wide, she could walk several steps in one step. Isn't that amazing? But all those who are in a hurry and panic will do the same. The run that was not fast becomes very fast, the wide strides become very wide. No matter who it is, whether girl or boy is the same. In the bedroom, Dawin lies unconscious. Several maids and bodyguards stood staring at Darwin, daring not to take any action. They didn't even have the courage to even touch Darwin.

I said as I took a big swig of my drink; tonight is supposed to be a fun night. Caroline reached across the table and took my hand. "We'll figure it out, I promise. And tonight, let's just enjoy ourselves." The food was delicious, and the drinks flowed freely. By the time we left, both of us were slightly drunk, our spirits high. We stumbled down the street, giggling at the shapes the shadows made in the nighttime. As we approached a park, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. I glanced over my shoulder and saw them—the same two stalkers who had been following me for weeks. Panic set in as I realized they were still after me.

I saw the elevator's lights and it felt like finally, I can escape Its just a few more seconds then I can yell for help. The stairs are few meters away from me and the stalker is also behind me. It happened in slow-motion, something hard had hit my head. The pain is unbearable and due to the pain and the hit on the head I can't see properly, and I stumbled down the stairs and I don't know that I stumbled or the stalker pushed me but iam stumbling down the stairs. It felt like my every bone is being smashed. After stumbling down the stairs my body stopped at the end of the stairs and my vision is blurry, every inch of my body is aching. I saw the stalker approach me slowly but due to my blurr

I declared. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you so cruel?" she asked meekly. "Didn't you hear a thing I said? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. I never did, and I never will. You are a goddamn stalker. An annoying brat. You got stuck on me like a parasite, and I want to get rid of you. Starting today, I never want to see you again. You got that?" I said with gritted teeth.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

I furiously said. “Why would I tell you? I’m not slow. Whatever I say will be against me. So, letting you figure it out makes things more interesting— don’t you think.” Brad began to laugh. Every time we moved closer, Brad gently squeezed the trigger. We are dead if we try anything. I glanced at my coworker, who was on the ground bleeding from the back. Fuck. “Why stalked women?? Why those people specifically?” I asked. “Stalking is such a strong word; I prefer INTENSE RESEARCH OF AN INDIVIDUAL,” Brad stated as he pulled the trigger. I fell onto my knees— I began to black out.

The air feels thicker, harder to breathe. A sick, heavy dread settles in my stomach. He’s here. My stalker is here. And I have no idea who he is. But I know— I know— he’s watching me.

But I didn't expect that it'll end sooner than later. "Hey, I'm sorry, come here...I didn't mean to alarm you," he kissed my hair and pulled me onto his chest where I sighed thinking should I just tell him the truth, rip the bandage, and get it over with. "I was engaged three years ago, she passed away, there was an incident with my stalker." His words cut deep into my heart, he hated stalkers. Despised them. "Brice..." ...I am one, a stalker.