Stalker Novels Novels & Stories

She bowed her head and picked up her book again “Something like this would have been totally cool in the fictional world.” “I still need more details about him, though. Don’t try to escape it.” She folded her legs; I knew she wouldn’t let me off that easily. G was a helpless dark romance reader; her excitement when she heard I had a stalker that looked like he was a descendant of Hercules himself was priceless. She loved me, I knew that, but her being a reader, I expected this already. I hit my forehead with my hand tiredly. “I have a stalker, Gianna. This isn’t books; this is real life.”

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?

Stein was looking for something in his closet when I stepped in, so I walked over to his bed, gulping. I felt like a rabbit, walking willingly into the den of a lion, knowing what he was about to meet. Stein moved towards me with a bag. He didn't even spare me a second glance as he walked to the other side of the bed and dropped the black duffel. My fingers twitched at my sides, and I gulped, knowing I was about to see items I had only seen in pictures and a few p**n movies. As I mentioned before, I had never been a damned fan of things like this.

The sight of her, the genius of this abomination, sitting at the center of his kingdom, put a fresh burst of fury into him. He entered without being noticed, shutting the door quietly. The snap was as final as a gunshot. "Evelyn." She looked up, a professional smile stitched onto her lips. It never reached her eyes. "Anton. I was reviewing Q3 projections. The market reaction has been. significant, but not lethal. The Stalker scenario, while damaging, has given us a clear-cut villain. We can bounce back.". The Stalker story," Anton echoed, his tone ominously low. He strode to the window, gazing down at the city he used to think he controlled. "A tidy story. Nicely wrapped. The fallen soldier,

Yes, I killed someone by accident, but things were way deeper than him just taking the fall for me. Kenai was a torment to me. He was terrifying. He wanted more than a stepbrother should want from a stepsister. And when he decided to take the fall for something I accidentally did, I let him. Just to be free of him. But for the past two years, it seemed his ghost had come back to haunt me. Strange things started happening. Little things. Like my favorite brand of soap showing up at my doorstep in unmarked boxes. Doors unlocked. Drawers rearranged. My charger missing only to appear right back a day later. Then the dreams started. Then the sensations. Then last night.

The world narrows to that, just air filling my lungs, just the rhythm of inhale and exhale, something steady to hold onto while everything else threatens to spiral. The cold creeps over my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms, but I welcome it. It gives me something physical to focus on, something real. My stalker is here. Someone is a really stalking me. What if I get hurt? What if someone else gets hurt? I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t know— “Raven?” The sound of my name snaps me out of it like a hand closing around my throat and pulling me back. My eyes fly open, breath catching as I look up too quickly.

I could hear them scuttling across rooftops, their clicking sounds echoing through the streets. The camp alarm started blaring. Hunters poured out of buildings, weapons drawn. But they weren’t ready. Most of them were Stage One, barely trained. They’d get slaughtered. “North perimeter!” I shouted. “They’re coming from the north!” The first anomaly dropped into the camp. A Stalker. Then another. Then five more. They moved with that coordinated intelligence that made them Class C instead of Class D. I hit the first one with a shadow spike, driving through its skull before it could attack. The second one dodged and came at me from the side. I caught it with a shadow net, pulled it down, and fin

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.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

Alissa walked to her dorm room and she lay on her bed. Her heart calmed a bit and she couldn't believe that had just happened. She tried not to panic at all, but she was. So many questions swirled in her head. What did he mean when he said that he would not let her off easily next time? Why did she have to fall? Did he now know that she was the one who had stalked him? Alissa tossed and turned until she fell eventually fell asleep. Alissa's eyes slowly opened, and she found that there was a lot of light streaming in, which meant that she had slept past afternoon.