Stalker X Stalker Novels & Stories

“It is just going to follow us and know our houses.” “Which one of us?” I and Xander pondered on the danger at hand. “I have an idea.” Xander looked unsure of his own plan. He was heavily doubting it himself. “What is the idea?” I ask. “We make the stalker believe we live around here. We split up and we see which one he follows.” “Alright.”

My nose crinkled. I could smell it—a male scent, not a familiar one, but one I’d encountered a few times before. Sniffing deeper, it became clearer, and then it hit me. It was his scent. What was his name again? Yes, Xavier. But why the hell did he have a gun pointed at my head? Because he was the damned stalker. It still didn’t make sense. Why would he want Violet dead? Blinking furiously, I pushed away the whirlwind of thoughts threatening to overwhelm me.

He could sense someone's presence lurking in the shadows, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. Suddenly, a figure materialized in front of Dakota, emerging from the darkness. Xander, the Shadowstalker, awaited him within, ready to challenge him with his mastery overshadows. "I know you, you are the twin brother of Shadowmaster, and your power is familiar with him..." Dakota said. And he laughed. "Yes, we may be twins, but my powers are far more different than him..." He laughed. Xander, his features concealed beneath a cloak of shadow. Dakota felt a chill run down his spine as he met the gaze of his formidable adversary. Xander's voice resonated with an air of calcula

I want you, Sunshine. Me:Well, get in line cuz there are so many people in the queue already.. Stalker(chuckling): You really crack me up. You are feisty little one, aren't you. Hmm....I like that. I like that a lot. I wanna see how feisty you would be when I have you trapped beneath me screaming my name. Ew, I felt disgusted immediately. Me: Where are you? I scanned my room but it was empty. Stalker: Stop looking around around. I'm not in your room.

The base-plates were set in what had been soft silt and was now something that held them with the grip of early concrete. He tried again. The Stabilizers were at the basin edge. The sedative rifles were coming up. Xander looked at his stilts. At the rifles. At the distance between himself and the bank, which was the distance between himself and not being sedated and collected, which was a distance he couldn't currently cross. He heard Maya from the shore. Not speaking — the quality of the air changing, the silver frequency rising in the way it rose when she was working, and he didn't look at her because he was watching the Stabilizer whose rifle was tracking toward him.

After what seemed like ages, Tristan finally spoke up. “I see you've met Parker Antonio, Natalie. I’d stay away from him if I were you. Everyone knows he’s bad news.” He spat out the words with a cold smirk, his voice icy and controlled as he crossed his arms. Something about it or what he said—Natalie couldn’t really tell— made Parker shake his head in amusement. “If I’m bad news, at least I do it right, Tristan…” The tattooed man admitted proudly, his eyes shining with fervor, “I don’t play pretend and then hide behind my father’s name…”

She gave me that 'you are impossible' look as she shook her head in disappointment. "You're jumping to conclusions, Xena. Nothing even happened. You should be excited and like a good friend ask me stuff like what his room looked like." "God, my best friend is a psycho stalker and to make things worse, she is in complete denial about it." Xena looked up as if she was really talking to God. So much drama. "I am not a psycho stalker. I am just being a good girl and doing exactly what he asked me to do."

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

she said while looking at me intently, "Just tell me what's going on in your head?" Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, “I…” My mouth clamped shut, not knowing how to give words to the storm brewing in my head. Sliding her hand over mine, Thea squeezed lightly, “Look, I know something is disturbing you, and I also know it’s related to your stalker. Just…talk to me. I’m here for you,” she said in a voice laced with worry. Grabbing a glass of water, I took a sip and stared her dead in her eyes, “I think he is a werewolf.”

Chapter 24: The Butcher of Life Nine ​The rain didn't just fall on Julian; it seemed to avoid him, parting around his frame as if afraid to touch the darkness radiating from his skin. The "Cleanup Team"—six men in tactical grey ceramic armor, wielding high-frequency pulse rifles—halted ten yards from the wreckage. They were professionals, trained to bag supernatural anomalies, but they weren't prepared for the ancient pressure now flattening the grass around the car. ​"Target identified," the lead mercenary barked into his comms. "Dr. Valerius is non-compliant. Engaging with stasis rounds."