Stalker Novels Novels & Stories

The stalker was too kind to a bastard like him! All the more reason for Ricky to meet the stalker and befriend them. He didn't care who them might be, be it pixies like he guessed, or other beings, what's important is that they are kind and harmless. He continued devouring the scrumptious meal as he anticipated their face to face meeting soon. *** Noel Back in the library, Noel immersed himself by reading books about mythical creatures from the dark realm, or to be more exact, ghosts. As he absentmindedly flipped towards the pages while fully focused on the book, he didn't realize, that his surroundings had turned cold, abnormally cold.

The year I was studying for the grad school entrance exam, the guy who sat across from me saved my seat and brought me hot water every single day. In my first life, I accepted his confession. The moment we made our relationship official, he dragged me into the mountains, where I wasted away and died. In my second life, I was so terrified that I didn't dare set foot in the study room for an entire week. But on the first day I finally went back, there he was again, sitting in his usual seat and smiling at me. I tried switching to a different study room, but he noticed. He caught me alone and dragged me away before anyone could see. When I opened my eyes again, I had entered my third life

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"I’m sorry? That sounds a bit dramatic, don't you think?" "Don't play dumb," Jovan interrupted. His voice was low, a dangerous rumble that made Chloe flinch. He didn't look away from her, his dark eyes boring into hers like twin barrels of a gun. "Do you know an Archer Schuyler?" Chloe tilted her head, the picture of practiced innocence. "Archer? The name sounds familiar. Oh, wait. Was that the stalker who caused the scene yesterday? Why would I know him, Jovan?" She shot me a look of pure, unadulterated vitriol.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

First Reese, who absolutely didn’t want me there, then the unknown Proles with his young animals, but the most important thing was probably the visit to the old warehouse, where I had learned about things that would have been better kept hidden. Monsters didn't just exist in the form of proles. I hated people like Taid. Of course, honest work is usually more difficult these days. There were few people whose laurels of their work simply fell into their laps without much effort, but that was by no means a reason to get involved in illegal and disgusting things like him. How could he still make money from those monsters I hated the most in the whole world, who wreaked havoc on humanity? I sighe

Tagline: Her stalker finally steps out of the shadows... and introduced himself in her bed. Theme: Stalker kink, breaking & entering, dubcon/consensual non-consent vibes, fear-turned-arousal, voyeurism, ownership, obsession, and raw physical intimacy. Tropes: Masked stranger, silent protector turned intruder, erotic suspense, gradual surrender. **** Ivy laid on her bed feeling uneasy, her room felt cold, the window was cracked open, she had left it that way on purpose, again.

I took him to an alley and ran a rusty pipe in his stomach. Again the book was taken away, by Ethan this time who read another entry. (I tried to get over Chelsea, because clearly I wasn't good enough for her. But this dumb bitch with her fake hair was a pretender. She wasn't rich, and she had a child, which she never told me about. I had to tell her to stay away from me because I didn't want to take care of another man's offspring. After killing her mother while she watched, I threw both of them off a building.)

The adrenaline from the docks still clung to my skin long after I returned to the penthouse. Even after locking the door behind me, I couldn’t shake the memory of the Stalker’s shriek echoing through the fog. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those dead white eyes lunging toward me through the snow. The apocalypse had started early. Which meant every second mattered now. I crossed the dark penthouse slowly, the city lights of Oakhaven glowing beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows like a dying constellation. Somewhere below, people were laughing in rooftop bars, arguing in traffic, planning weddings and business meetings…

I write dark romance stories that my readers seems to love and my first stalker romance story made waves in the book community as fans raved on about it becoming obsessed with the characters that the novel which was meant to be a standalone became a series because of how well loved it was. But of course some critics went hard on the concept of the book, criticizing my work and a part of me knew some of them were paid by Anacostia since she has tendencies of going into some kind of jealousy spiral on her page during my book releases. She always has something nasty to say stirring shit up! But am used to condescending women like her, and I really do not care since my readers love my stalker ro