Stalkers Book Novels & Stories

“I thought stalkers, well, stalked people they found attractive. Watched them undress, got closer to them…” He chuckles, leaning against the desk as he looks at me. “There are different types of stalkers, little birdie. Sure, there are those who fixate on someone they want, someone they crave. It could be just from a glance, a fleeting moment of desire, and they become obsessed, needing to see that person in every vulnerable moment.”

My eyes close as the sparks travel throughout my body, and I try to focus on the now. “It’s okay. I need to tell this, and it should be now. This way, you are well informed and can decide if you still want to go through with this.” I’m about to tell her how dumb that sounds, but the look on her face forces me to be quiet. She’s serious about this, and I don’t want to downplay her feelings. “I have a stalker.” I look at Atlas, who is expressionless, as always. I look at Akia, and her face is as serious as a heart attack. Let me reserve judgment for now. “It started when I was 11 and it hasn’t stopped really. I’m originally from the Silent Crest Pack. Even though there’s no proof, I know that

“You’ve been under a lot of stress. I’m just saying… maybe you’re mixing things up in your head.” I stared at this stranger who wore my best friend’s face. She sighed and gave me a faint smile. “Let’s just hang out this weekend, okay? We’ll talk then. But right now, I’m busy, Shan. And… you really shouldn’t be here.” Something in her tone made my skin crawl. She wasn’t just asking me to leave. She was warning me. But I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kenai is out of prison,” I blurted, in a trembling voice. “He’s pulling strings to make George go to jail. He’s been my stalker all along. I wasn’t crazy, Val!”

Away from the house. Away from Matteo. Black Mailed (My Stalker’s Play Thing) Pt 6 Chapter 6 I stand in the centre of the living room, my silk robe clinging to my curves, the fabric so thin it does little to hide the flush creeping up my chest. My breath comes in sharp, uneven bursts, my fingers curled into fists at my sides. My stalker is in front of me, standing tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair tousled as if he’s been running his hands through it. He watches me with a smirk that makes my stomach twist.

“I’m ready for you to kick my ass. Get a few practice partners lined up.” “Is this afternoon too soon?” “Not soon enough.” I dreaded my next call, but bit the bullet anyway. “The world must be coming to an end. What’s up, bitch?” Valery said with her usual air of superiority. I went straight to the point. “I’m not sure if you’ve heard about my stalker. He’s killed two people. My friends, or in your case not so friendly acquaintances, could be on the list.” “Wow, Daddy must be keeping this quiet in the media.”

Joe Goldberg is the name of an actor in one of my favorite books about a stalker. “I just wanted to make sure that you were safe,” he responded unrepentant, his voice showing no hint of remorse. “By stalking me, you creep,” I snapped, I have had enough of this, there was no way I was going to go ahead with any form of deal with a man who stalked me and has Grant as his last name, that was already a red flag enough. “If you are not ready for the truth Elena, why ask?” He muttered. “The….the …. I didn't expect you to say that you were stalking me that night,”

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I ran my fingers over the embossed title: Nightstalkers; Hunting the Creatures of the Night. As I opened the book, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The pages were old and worn, their corners curling up from years of use. The illustrations within were both beautiful and terrifying, depicting hunters fighting against the creatures I had come to learn about; werewolves, vampires, and other beasts of the night. As I read through the book, I felt my heart racing with excitement and fear. I learned about the different types of hunters and their techniques for tracking and killing these dangerous creatures. Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting ag

Or so I thought. Everything seemed fine until the stalker entered the equation. I never imagined someone would have the nerve to come after me—not like this. I’ve dealt with dangerous men before, manipulative ones, cruel ones, but they were all transactional. I knew the rules of their games and played them better. But this stalker was different. He knew everything—about my past with Shawn, about the men I’d defrauded, every sordid detail I thought was buried deep. He had evidence. Real, damning evidence. And every time I ignored his messages or tried to cut him off, the threats became more explicit, more targeted.

His fingers scratched her face and dug through her eyes, making Rosa scream in horrifying pain. “Stupid bitch!” Ray said, using his last strength to stab her stomach before his head slumped and he dropped dead. The room was already engulfed in fire as there was no way out. Rosa's horrifying screams and wailing penetrated my eardrums. Finally, It was over. The evil mistress had met her waterloo. I was about to turn to leave when I felt a presence behind me. My heart flew as fear consumed me. Slowly, I tilted my head, taking a look at the face of the stalker.

The letter is not really, really long, but it goes thus: ***I see you, friend. I see everything you're doing. Don't think you can hide forever. You think I haven't noticed the heated discussions between you and your sister's husband, the hidden encounters you've been getting yourself entangled with. I saw how it happened, how it happened at the club, when the both of you had the most pleasurable, intense night of all. Don't think you can hide forever, because I see you, and I know you. And if you don't do as I say, then you are going to hell, and you're going to regret every single action you have committed. Wait on for further instructions, probably in the next two days, next one week, or m