Scary Stalkers Novels & Stories

"Kael, that’s today. The day of the crash. The day everything supposedly ended." "It didn't end, Maya," Kael said, his eyes fixed on the rising mechanical shapes in the sand. "It began. We weren't dying in that car. We were being recruited." Sela grabbed my arm, her grip bruising. "We don't have time for a family reunion. Those are Stalkers. They’re built to track the specific neural signature of a Peak survivor. If they catch you, they don’t kill you. They plug you back in." The first machine reached the base of our gantry. It was a horrific fusion of chrome and biology, shaped like a wolf but with six spindly, multi-jointed legs that clicked against the rusted metal.

Kay. I can't control how fast my heart is beating right now. That marks the most scary shit I have encountered all my life. Just like having the scary scenarios in the movies happen to you. Nightmares would be better because they are not real, or maybe sometimes they are a reminder of the events that happened in the past. But this shit is something else. A crazy stalker is out to kill me, or whatever his obsession with me is. "Who do you think it might be" I whisper to Rico as he silently leads me down back to the bar.

he laughs creepily reminding me of the dark alley. "Someone help me," I screamed as his disgusting lips fell on my neck, bile rose in my throat as his hands roam over my body. I thrashed violently "Help me." In a flash of a second, his body was removed from mine, and all I could see is see blood and the sounds of grunts and scream. Lucas lies on the floor. A man hovers over him in all black, and I already know who is the stalker. My hands tremble as I open the car door my hands trembling as I pushed on the accelerator.

I huff He smirks, "I never said you were." "You're a psychopath." I spit harshly. He smiles “You done being dramatic?” he asks, letting me hear the amusement in his voice. I huff, “Dramatic? Do you think being threatened by your stalker is dramatic? Do you think being stalked at all is something to take lightly?” “Well, of course not,” he replies “People die all the time from crazed stalkers.” His honesty stuns me into silence.

“I can’t even tell my friends that I’m being stalked or tell anyone that I’m so scared of staying here cooped up in my room alone and waiting for the stalker to come find me and I won’t be able to do anything!” My chest was heaving by the time I stopped speaking. God, I was such a fucking mess. I was sniffling and crying in my La Perla bra set and being so pathetic. I shivered when he leaned close enough to wipe the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. “You are not alone,” Cillian said. His voice wasn’t soft, but firm. As if he was scolding me. “I feel alone.” I peered at him, his clenched jaw and intense eyes. “I keep overthinking about her death, Caleb, the stalker, and everything. I don’t

They tried to lose their stalkers, but they didn’t know the city. “What is it this time? I want to bait them in an alley to find out who sent them and why they’re after me this time. Lord Meozo better not be back again.” “Our stalkers are vampires. We should indeed get them to follow us into an alley, to at least lure them away from humans. Lord Meozo cannot return, you made sure of that.” “Authorities said that 15 years ago and they were dead wrong,” said Coralis.

The next swipe made all of us scream She had screenshots of my old I*******m stories. Stories I deleted, stories that were up for ten minutes because I hated how my face looked. There were notes typed underneath each screenshot, little comments analyzing my expressions, my mood, what I might’ve been thinking. Like a detective, but obsessed. “Maya…” I whispered. “Yeah, no, I don’t like this anymore,” Maya said, her voice wobbling. “This is… this is giving crime documentary.” “I told you !” Sienna squeaked. “I said stalkers were sexy but this is not what I meant. I meant li…like a hot guy in a hoodie who writes poetry, not this girl spying like a freaky creepy CIA”

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...

he whispered, just as three other men stepped away from the pillars they were hiding behind. Two walked towards the briefcase while one walked to where Kai was. He kicked Kai's leg, and he screamed. Growling, I lunged towards the bastard instinctively. One second I was on the ground, and the next, I was on the scarred man's back, with my fingers clawing at his eyes, and my teeth sinking into his ear. He roared as he threw me off, and I crashed into a stack of crates. Then they were all on me. I curled around my stomach as they hit me. They weren't actually hitting hard, but you would believe they were, if you were watching from the sidelines.