Scary Stalkers Novels & Stories

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.

“Two massive guys in black suits literally watched me pack my bags, escorted me out, and drove me all the way to New Jersey. They didn't say a single word the entire ride. And the street... Yara, when we walked out, the crushed car was gone. Everything was gone….it looked like nothing had even happened. Who the hell is Kieran Volkov?” ​My grip tightened on the phone. My heart ached at the terror in her voice—terror I had dragged her into. “He’s exactly who the media says he is, Tess. A very powerful, very wealthy athlete who takes his security way too seriously. The men who came after me last night were... stalkers. People obsessed with the fact that he suddenly claimed me in public. Kieran’

Brooklyn walked backward with fright, her face paling considerably as she stared with horror at her stalker standing at her doorstep. Petrified, she lost her ability to speak while he watched her like a hawk as if about to pounce upon his prey. “Please don’t kill me. I haven’t done anything to you,” she squeaked with terror, words failing her as panic gripped her body. His hazel eyes widened a little but nevertheless, he started approaching her without paying any heed to her words. The stout man along with other men, all clad in black suits stood to attention at her doorstep, waiting for their boss’s instructions. Were they all members of MC Black Devils? Brooklyn looked around to pick up so

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

Samantha hangs up the phone, feeling more confused and scared than ever. The next day, Samantha gets a call from the officer again. He tells her that he needs to come to her house, and she agrees. When he arrives, he tells her that he has some bad news. He says that the person behind the calls and texts is her neighbor, Mark. Samantha is shocked, and she tells the officer that she can't believe it. Mark has always been so friendly and helpful, and she never would have suspected him. The officer tells her that it's common for stalkers to be people who know their victims.

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.

He pushed me on the ground, Just when he took out his belt, a gun sound filled the small alleyway and he screamed, falling on his knees. The stalker was behind him, his brows were furrowed and I could feel the rage emanating from his body. I shifted to a side of the alley and covered my hand around my thorn sweatshirt, two men in black suits followed behind the stalker but kept their distance, one held a chainsaw saw and the other a can and a lighter. “I warned you and your crew, I told you what would happen if you went near Elsa.” The stalker’s voice makes a shiver pass through my entire body. They knew each other, Of course they did.

Not to mention the nightmares that have been plaguing me, presumably caused by that ghost feeling of someone following me. "There was no stalking involved," Stace replies uneasily, dark brows furrowing, as if that accusation actually offends him. "He was keeping an eye on you since after that incident. It shook me up, seeing you so close to death that I knew I needed to hire someone." I let out a long, loose breath. "We are mates..."

“No. I couldn't see him well today either. I think it's not the first time he tries to go incognito…” “And succeeds. He left you puzzled.” “You know what? He seemed nervous, too.” “What I don't understand is what was he doing there?” “He said he was meeting a friend. “It all seems very weird to me. If I were you, I'd keep my eyes peeled. He could be one of those weirdo stalkers who end up killing the women they stalk.” They both laughed. “Guys” Gordon's voice from the door made them turn around. “The store got crowded, could you give me a hand? Megan and Stacy are over loaded. You can come back to your break when it all settles back down.