Stalker Bf Novels & Stories

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I whimpered from his dirty talk while he kept on fingering me, kissing, and licking my sensitive spot on the crook of my neck. Stalker? oh, fuck? Did he know? Shit! Ella, you're screwed. "Stalker?" "It's a long story..." he was unbuttoning my dress and easily throwing it to his lush carpet as if he needs to get me naked soonest possible. "Baby, are you okay?" he was being a sweetheart when he stopped and looked at me. "Yeah, sorry...I didn't realize that being famous comes with a stalker." My heart was shredded to pieces, I know already that my thing with Brice was not real, that it was just a phase for him. But I didn't expect that it'll end sooner than later.

I would enjoy killing him. Brady stepped forward gingerly into Stacey’s flank. I sent out a low alpha rumble that made Stacey’s eyes meet mine. They weren’t full of fear but full of unyielding tenacity. The stupid bitch was about to die, and she wasn’t even cowering under my wrath or authority.

Korina rolled her eyes, "Mafia dosen't exist these days, the news is just being delirious." "If it doesn't exist, why will he have the guts to maim someone?" "Cause he's a sick criminal, duhh!" "If you say so." Daniella shrugged. "You know Dan, all these is driving me crazy, I feel responsible for his death." "No you shouldn't, he got what he deserved for trying to kill you." "I don't know." "Look, all this would be over soon, your stalker would get tired, obsession dosen't last, it's love that lasts." She told korina, "Relax and live your life girl, it would all be over soon."

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】

"Isabella, I heard you learned how to fight in prison. Why don't you give Elena a show? If you can make it lie down obediently, you get a hundred grand tonight." "A hundred grand…" I murmured. I stared at the restless beast. Its eyes were bloodshot, a low growl vibrating deep in its throat. This wasn't entertainment; it was a gladiator match. But I couldn't walk away from that money. I took off my jacket, revealing arms mapped with scars and fresh bandages from the ballistic test earlier that afternoon. "Deal." I had barely taken two steps when the Rottweiler went berserk. It broke free of the leashes and lunged at me with a thunderous roar.

I had looked at this murderer and manipulator and felt safe. “Oh God,” I gasped, sliding down the wall until I sat on the floor with my knees drawn up. “Oh God, I'm just as sick as you are.” Stein knelt in front of me immediately. “No, no, Schatz, you're perfect. You're everything good. I'm the one who's... who's broken. But I'm your broken. I belong to you. Only you.” He reached into his pocket, and I flinched, expecting a weapon, but he pulled out his phone. His hands were shaking so badly he nearly dropped it.

Yet he moved forward, his jaw set, his boots sinking deep into the crimson-tinged snow. "Stalkers," Lucian muttered suddenly, bringing the party to a sharp halt. Out of the whiteout gloom, half a dozen shapes emerged. They were not common void-spawn, but Void-borne stalkers—twisted, arachnid-like beasts born of black glass and ice, moving with silent, terrifying speed along the sheer cliff faces above them. "Form up!" Vance barked, drawing his heavy sword and locking his shield with Lucian. Kira drew her shortsword, stepping directly in front of Cassian. "Four above, two on the ridge. Vance, take the right. Lucian, left!"

as data. "They're 'Mining' us, Mama!" Kaelen cried out. He raised the Key, but the "Stalkers" were not "Standardized Logic." They were "Emotional Feedback." The more Kaelen fought them, the more "Popular" he became. The more he shouted, the more "High-Stakes" the scene was for the audience. He was trapped in a "Popularity Paradox." "The 'Key' only works on 'Code', Kaelen!" Seraphina shouted from the ramparts. "The Stalkers are 'Biological Contaminants' from the 'Real World'! They have 'Narrative Immunity'!"

Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves? For mature audiences only due to the graphic nature of certain situations. Read at your own discretion. Triggers include: Age gap, stalking, graphic depictions of sexual content, (con/noncon/dubcon), death, kidnapping, mental health issues, abuse, addiction, bdsm, rough sex, unusual kinks, escorting, strong language, threesomes, drug use, dark erotica, slow burn, hate to love, forbidden romance, possessive, controlling, and dominant men, sociopathic behavior, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, trauma bonding, talk of past trauma from both Mc and li, gunp