Stalker 2 Happiness For Everyone Novels & Stories

“What I feel for you is real! What we have is real!” “We had nothing!” I head-butted him, and he reeled back in pain, clutching his nose. Blood dripped between his fingers. “You stole it! You built it out of cameras, lies, and stolen moments! I don't even know who you really are!” “I'm the man who loves you!” he shouted back. “I'm the man who would burn the world down to keep you safe, to keep you happy—”

UNKNOWN POV DEAR DIARY, She grows beautiful each and every passing day. It was just yesterday she was a child, and now she has tits and curves in all the right places. I stare at her through this broken mirror, I see her every step, her every move… I feel pain when she’s happy, and I relish in the joy her sadness brings me. She is mine, Diary. Mineee! Oh, it won’t be long now…

“As I told you, you won’t stand a chance so long as I’m here.” Keeping my head down, I let out a bitter smile. Out of nowhere, three crisp slaps rang up. Snapping my head up, I saw the familiar silhouette at the entryway. The long-absent voice of the System boomed. “Congratulations, Player. Your target’s affection has reached 100%. You have unlocked a Happy Ending.” Patrick bolted to his feet. Throughout the hall, mobile alerts started chiming one after another. Someone among the crowd exclaimed, “Look at the news!”

Tan and Felicity made him sigh in relief. “Well, I want to make an offer with you. I will invest in your two businesses, in an exchange for removing Happy as one of your dancers, and I am her VIP guest. I will come every night to your club, buying the most expensive liquor you served there, and will reserve a VIP room.” the other line went silent for a minute. “I can’t guarantee that Happy will accept it.”

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Marcus just shook his head, a rare, tired smile on his face. Even Elena, Jack’s mother, cracked a weak smile. "I like her," she whispered to her husband. But the moment of levity was fleeting. Finch, who had been silently monitoring the global news feeds, looked up from his datapad, his face ashen. "There's more," he said quietly. "The Stalker's testimony at the UN... it was just the opening act." He projected a new image onto the main screen. It was a live feed from every major city on Earth. London. Tokyo. Moscow. Rio.

They were massive, prowling the edge of the crater on four multi-jointed limbs, their featureless heads sweeping back and forth. Unlike the Sentinels, the Stalkers didn't just delete what they touched. From their backs, tendrils of void-whips lashed out, casually unmaking boulders and debris as they paced. There were six of them. We were out of comms. Dax looked at me, then at Reaper and Sienna. He tapped two fingers against his chest, then pointed to the left flank of the crater. I will draw them left. He pointed to Reaper and Sienna, slicing his hand down the middle. You take the center. Cover fire if it goes loud. Finally, he looked at me and pointed directly at the glowing purple tear in

They stood with military precision. The filthy rags sloughed off their shoulders, falling into the toxic sludge of the loading bay to reveal the sleek, matte-black armor beneath. High Council Stalkers. They had embedded themselves in the dying perimeter packs, waiting for the dome to crack, waiting for the anomaly to step out of the light. The lead Stalker stepped over a cowering, skeletal woman. He didn't draw a blade. He raised a heavy, silver-salt containment rifle, the barrel humming with a sickly purple charge.

One wrong word could cost them all. "Humans are sentient beings and therefore cannot be owned or stolen," Paoli said. Lilith smiled maliciously and raised one mocking brow. "Anyone can be owned, Paoli," she said with a meaningful look. "Including the two of you." Paoli ignored the barb. "One woman was already condemned, and the other chose to leave with us," he explained. He put heavy emphasis on the word chose, clearly trying to remind Lilith humans were capable of making decisions.

Bernard and Sally stood up and leaned in to look, their faces lighting up with delight. "Well, this is good news!" Others gathered around, curious. "So, it's confirmed?" "That's Mr. Russell—Craig wouldn't dare fake this, unless he doesn't care about living anymore." "Wow, congratulations, Justine. Looks like your patience is finally paying off." "Exactly. You hate Craig so much—now he can finally stay far away from you." For once in all these years, I actually heard words from them that I wanted to hear.