Stalker Bf Novels & Stories

The woman in the bed let out a gasp, her voice filled with fear. Removing the knife, I drove it back into his stomach once more, causing his blood to spill onto my hands and face. "Why... love?" he managed to ask, tears streaming down his face. "Because I don't love you. I'm only after your kingdom," I coldly replied. I kept stabbing the knife into his stomach repeatedly, the bed now soaked with his blood. My sinister laughter filled the room, echoing loudly. The woman trembled in fear as she watched. Sebastian lost consciousness, falling off the bed and hitting his head, blood flowing from his body. I felt a rush of joy. His kingdom and army were now mine. Just you wait, Steve. I will kill

Sienna looked dejected, like she was regretting something. "In high school, I had a boyfriend. I was pretty much in love with him like you are with Alec. But then he started following me home, and other places. He basically use to stalk me, he thought I didn't know. But when we were together, I used to be scared and I hated that feeling. It was always a feeling of paranoia when I wasn't with him. It's the worst Eden, so trust me when I say you're doing the right thing." Eden felt sad hearing Sienna's story about her being stalked, it must be horrible.

If looks could kill I’d be deep under the ground. Lucifer shifted in the seat. His eyes trailed towards Stephan. I gulped. Lucifer looked in the direction of his eyes and looked at me. His face hardened and jaw clenched. I felt sick under their gazes. I wanted to run away from here. Far, far away. Mother stopped right infront of me. She looked at me and within seconds she slapped me across the face. My hand went towards my burning cheek. Looking back towards her eyes I just starred back at her in shock.

I muttered, “if you’re real… show yourself.” Sylvara grumbled in my head. “This is a bad idea! Go and hide yourself under the bed like you used to! Don't get us killed!” Ignoring her, I bent down and picked up a small stone from the edge of the balcony. My hands trembled slightly, but I aimed it toward the trees where those eyes had lingered before and threw it as hard as I could. The faint click of it hitting something echoed… then silence. I exhaled shakily. “See? Nothing—”

Blake POV I’m patient. I’m careful. I make them doubt their reality before they ever realize what’s truly happening. That’s why my method works so much better than anyone else’s. Most stalkers want the rush of the chase, the quick gratification of a confrontation. They can’t resist the temptation to show their hand too soon. But me? I enjoy the slow burn. I take my time, watching their lives fall apart from the inside, all while they’re looking over their shoulder, trying to figure out where the danger is coming from.

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

As usual, after having a scrumptious meal of beef stew, which was as usual, cooked by the mysterious stalker, Ricky quickly went upstairs to his room. Pulling his tired face, he sank into the fluffy bed and heaved a sigh. “…This is bad.” Really bad, actually. He really should be thinking of eliminating the stalker, not becoming comfortable with their presence. He got up from the bed to look for his phone. As he rummaged inside his backpack, his fingers brushed against the children book that he bought at the spur of the moment. His face twitched into a grimace as he leered at the colorful book. Buying a children book costed almost all of his dignity. He even have to pull a straight face when

The lead stalker was thrown backward forty feet, crashing through two pine trunks before slamming into the muddy earth, smoking and unmoving. The remaining two stalkers froze, their amber eyes widening in sheer, utter shock as they looked between their fallen comrade and the violent blue storm swirling around my broad body. "The kinetic thunder..." the lead stalker whispered in horror, stepping back into the mist. "He bears the High Alpha's hammer..." "Alexander!" Alora screamed behind me. The third stalker hadn't retreated—it had circled around the boulders, diving through the thicket straight toward Alora with its long, blackened claws outstretched.

"This isn't a soot-storm anymore. We have a 'Phase-Shift' breach!" The suspense of the "Descent" was a nightmare of shifting geometry. The Stalkers didn't need to break the bronze-wood hull; they simply vibrated at a frequency that allowed them to pass through solid matter as if it were a liquid. On the residential levels, the temperature plummeted. Wherever a Stalker passed, the moisture in the air didn't just freeze—it sublimated into jagged frost-flowers that hummed with a low, malevolent energy.

“Well, today he seemed to be enjoying himself on the bed. He mentioned how I missed giving him a blowjob on his birthday, so I got on my knees and started. It was going well...” “Until?” Sasha prompts, raising an eyebrow. “Until my stalker, who was hiding under the bed, started... well, playing with me. I lost my focus, and then Justin lifted me, fucked me, finished, got his own release, and that was it. We came here right after.” Well, fuck. We all stare at her, but I can't help and smile. Even then, her stalker was there to give her pleasure when Justin didn't care. He clearly cares for her more than Justin.