Stalker Novels & Stories

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Dalia Grey Vision Nordic lands 650 B.C Bjørn Stormrider was returning from his viking raids and like every other drakkar he had a longship full of loot from his pillagings and an unrelenting hitched to be buried once again in the arms of his wife and daughter

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.

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

I whisper in her ear. I start kissing her neck as my hands travel up and cover her breasts. “Jaidyn not here,” she says. I feel someone slap the back of my head and whip around to yell. There stands Dru with his arms crossed. We stand there staring at each other. I cross my arms. “Brady is looking for you. Stop molesting the employees.” Dru tells me. “Fine, but she is not an employee, she is my girl.” I point out.

With the force of a volcano, he yelled “That bitch Stasia made a Kobayashi Maru. Meant to fail, so you understand failure happens in life. Fucking bullshit! What game is she playing? The lose of a Luna is devastating to a pack.” “I am the bitch. Everyone, please settle down,” Stasia turns out to be the human at Canon funeral. The fucking chick with ass. She stood a 5 ft something, all in black. I had no idea they made jump boots that small. Black cargo paints, black t-shirt, never looked so fucking sexy. A glock strapped to her side, knifes everywhere. Brown hair braided and put in buns. Blue piercing eyes. Fuck me please, I think I am in love. At least for the night. “Stop drooling Mark.

She smiled as it reminded her of her own town in Italy. Then, Stella stopped at the sidewalk before she was about to cross the road. She turned to look at her left and right before she turned to look at the left again. Then, confident that there was no car approaching, she walked across the road to get to the famous café. But she did not hear the car that was honking on her as it was speeding toward her. Stella turned to see and it was too late to prevent it. ***** “I am telling you, that old man was tough but you’re tougher,” Zack said before he was smiling at Xavier who was smirking at the newcomer. Zack has been found surviving the attack of the rogue two weeks ago and they also discovere

Scarlett trailed off when she saw the sheepish look on my face. Of course, I know where to find him. But in my defence, I am associated with the Lancaster enterprises and it just needs beginner level stalker skills to figure that one out. "Zara, I am so concerned. How do you even know all this? I’m sure they don’t put all this in the stupid newspaper.” I could tell Scarlett was absolutely done with me. This whole conversation involved her just shaking her head at me 90% of the time. "Well, I have my resources and I am very good at joining the dots. And it's helping us right now so quit complaining." I try my best to defend myself.

She whispered again and I replied to her with a simple yes while awkwardly hugging her, trying not to give out our conversation to the man with the gun sitting behind the wheel, in front of us. Minutes later we arrived at an abandoned warehousing complex, he parked the car and told us to get out. But before I even get out Jill pretend to trip and out of nowhere pulled a knife and stabbed the guy to his gut. He didn't see it coming and he slumped to his back his head hit the cement hard. The stalker barely had time to point his gun at Jill, I know should've lain low but my body went still.