Stalker X Stalker Books Novels & Stories

"Oh, Aurelio… Werewolf…kill…" Kill? "Mom, why are you saying the word 'kill'?" I can't help myself. But her eyes were stuck on the picture. I glance at the book again, other than the first page, nothing else was written. I put it back to where it came from and searched for anything I could gather information about, but there was none. Aside from the picture on the wall and this book, this room's empty. Mother suddenly went out of the room and stared outside from the veranda.

“I'd just stick it in and pull it out before you notice." “No." “A boobjob?" “No." “A handjob? Blowjob?" “I could give you this book." I raised the book Gerald had given him up to his eye level, and Stan's face squeezed into a frown. “Well, what the hell do you suppose I do with that?" he asked, pushing the book back down. "I don't know how to even fucking read.”

Like dude, either step into the light or crawl back into whatever shadow you crawled out of. Now, my real life feels like a twisted sequel I never asked for? Because I’m actually living it. Facing almost the same predicament. Just that mine is worse. My stalker didn’t just watch me from across a street or leave cryptic messages. He didn’t just breathe too close behind my back. My stalker literally killed a human right before my eyes last two nights. Without hesitation. Without mercy. Blood. The sound. The way life left that body.The way his head was disconnected from his body. I can’t unsee it. I can’t unhear it. It’s carved into me now, deep and ugly and permanent..

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

Xavier sighed, "I'm curious though, what was my father's position in the Solstice Howlers?" Scarlett once again stopped and pointed to the bookshelf containing old books dominated by Solstice Howlers' material, "You can check for yourself there. If I'm not mistaken, there should be a book about the history of Solstice Howlers. Maybe you can find out from there," Scarlett said. "Really?" Xavier responded excitedly and was about to run toward the bookshelf. But Scarlett quickly held Xavier's arm and turned him around, "Finish this task quickly! No fooling around!" Scarlett commanded.

Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. OTHER WORKS: 1. THE BADBOY TRILOGY BOOK ONE: HOW TO DESTROY A BADBOY BOOK TWO: THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY BOOK THREE: A RHAPSODY FOR THE PLAYBOY 2. DANCING IN HIS STORM 3. THE WOLFING OF ROGER WILLIS ARC 1: THE WOLFING OF ROGER WILLIS ARC 2: THE UNWOLFING OF ROGER WILLIS ARC 3: UPCOMING

I collapsed onto the bed and sighed heavily, “I know.” “No, Iliana. That’s like...premium dark romance material,” she yelped, “Are you hearing yourself? Your stalker is tall, hot, dangerous, and…” she lifted the box in the air “...feral for you? That’s like the whole package a girl can ever dream for.” I stared at her in bafflement, “Are you even listening to yourself, Thea? He is a really dangerous man. He fucking tortured a living being.”

Our warriors launched forward, blades cutting through them in the dim light. This time, the Dread Stalkers didn’t disappear into the shadows. They couldn’t. They had no power left. And just like that we slaughtered them. Finally, the last Stalker fell with a final, piercing screech and then dissolved into nothing. Silence settled over the battlefield once more. The warriors stood, panting, gripping their weapons tightly. We had lost some. But we could have lost everything. Xander turned to me, his expression unreadable. Then he said, voice low, "You just saved every single one of us."

Does she even realize the gravity of what she’s asking for? Probably not. She thinks this is just research, just a story. She’s naive, wanting the truth for her book. But maybe I’ll give it to her in a way she’ll never forget. I’ll drag her so deep into my world that when she tries to leave, she won’t be able to imagine surviving without it. Being a stalker isn’t a switch you can just turn off. Once you get a taste for it, once you feel that rush, that power… you never stop.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!