Novel & Cerita Stalker

Flashback “I don’t think they even exist! Your mother is wasting her time praying to the saints to save you, Viktoria!” Belinda crossed her eyes as she said my name. I’d grown so used to her insults that they didn’t even bother me anymore. She didn’t believe in anything. She didn’t want to be anything. She had no ambition of any kind, and I knew that she would one day end up unwanted and alone. There was no way she would pass the dhampir examinations with her ridiculous ideas about our faith and no vampire male would ever want to procreate with a woman like her!

She said and went out of the house. She was walking alone in the bright light of street lights. She noticed a shadow was following her. She started to walk fast and that shadow was also walking fast to chase her. She also noticed that there was a cap on the head of the shadow. She changed the ally and stopped there at the corner, waiting for her stalker to turn to that ally. She was already sick of this stalker and because of Adrian she was totally frustrated. She put her hand in her bag in which she was carrying her water bottle. As soon as, that guy turned the ally. She sprayed pepper spray in his eyes.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

he said and I replied with a short and simple, “It’s my work” He sat near Lily and started patting her head while I moved outside to get intel regarding the situation last night. I am sure the stalker is from a powerful mafia organization and his connections are good as I had not been able to gather much about them. The security guards were already there so I thought to freshen up a bit. I went back to Lily's home, had a bath and then rode my bike to reach a certain place. This was a bar where all the mafia’s were evolved and I had to mask up my face to remain unidentified.

She moved like a shadow, her silver eyes scanning the darkness. She wasn't alone. From the shadows of a collapsed overhead railway, a figure emerged. It didn't walk; it glided on magnetic-levitation joints. It was a Sentinel Stalker, a specialized model designed for urban pacification. Its head was a smooth, faceless dome of polished chrome, and in place of arms, it had four multi-jointed surgical manipulators. "The Sovereign fragment is property of the Neo-Dividend," the Stalker’s voice synthesizers chirped, a sound like a bird caught in a meat grinder.

At thirteen feet tall, his light-absorbing obsidian fur and glowing violet Alpha runes made him the most terrifying entity on the battlefield. A Stalker slashed its dark-matter blade at Killian's chest. The blade didn't bounce off; it was simply absorbed into Killian's fur, dissolving into nothing. Killian’s deep, distorted chuckle vibrated through the air. "You call yourselves shadows?" He reached out with a massive, violet-clawed hand and grabbed the Stalker by its featureless face. Killian didn't crush it. He unhinged his massive jaws, revealing teeth that burned with a mixture of solar fire and deep space entropy, and bit th

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?】

"Kael, that’s today. The day of the crash. The day everything supposedly ended." "It didn't end, Maya," Kael said, his eyes fixed on the rising mechanical shapes in the sand. "It began. We weren't dying in that car. We were being recruited." Sela grabbed my arm, her grip bruising. "We don't have time for a family reunion. Those are Stalkers. They’re built to track the specific neural signature of a Peak survivor. If they catch you, they don’t kill you. They plug you back in." The first machine reached the base of our gantry. It was a horrific fusion of chrome and biology, shaped like a wolf but with six spindly, multi-jointed legs that clicked against the rust

The Master AI blinked, projecting the route. << ACTIVATING ROUTE GUIDANCE. DISTANCE TO BIOLOGY RESEARCH CENTER: 5 KILOMETERS. >> << ROUTE: THROUGH SLUM AREAS CONTAMINATED BY 'PEEPER ZOMBIES' (NEW VARIANT: 'STALKER ZOMBIE' – HIGHLY CUNNING, MOVES WITHOUT SOUND, SENSITIVE TO WI-FI SIGNALS). << Warning: High risk of falling into the 'Silence Trap'. >> Stalker Zombies? Wi-Fi signal sensitive? Bima frowned.

A suppressed pistol was quiet, but against E-Rank Stalkers moving at fifty miles an hour, bullet velocity meant nothing if you couldn't track their trajectory. Instead, she unclipped the heavy carbon steel trench spike from her belt and held her crowbar flat against her thigh. With her newly evolved E-Rank body, her perception picked up every micro-movement—the rustle of dead leaves under the lead Stalker's claws, the faint steam rising from its split nostrils, the way its hind legs coiled to spring. Sixty-meter spatial domain... clear. The lead Stalker launched itself. It didn't leap toward the s