Stalkers Book Novels & Stories

Because I knew it wasn’t him. My stalker never knocked. He just came inside whenever he willed, as if he owned the damn place. The knock came again, three loud raps, a pause, and then a shout, “Iliana, I know you’re in there. Open the door or else I’d have to use the spare key.” Thea. Of course. Placing the bookmark inside the pages, I closed the book and placed it on the table. Dragging myself to the door, I unlocked it.

She was mine to cherish. The noises outside alerted me. As long as the blizzard went on, we were safe from the Flame Hounds, but what about the stalker in the white Chevrolet? Who could he be? What motive could he have? If Felixe had sent Paul here, obviously, he wouldn’t have sent another spy. So did that mean there were three different males stalking us? I followed Lyra and sat down on the bunk bed beside hers. She glanced at me warily. “Why are the Flame Hounds after your uncle and you?” She blinked and shrugged.

I said as I took a big swig of my drink; tonight is supposed to be a fun night. Caroline reached across the table and took my hand. "We'll figure it out, I promise. And tonight, let's just enjoy ourselves." The food was delicious, and the drinks flowed freely. By the time we left, both of us were slightly drunk, our spirits high. We stumbled down the street, giggling at the shapes the shadows made in the nighttime. As we approached a park, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. I glanced over my shoulder and saw them—the same two stalkers who had been following me for weeks. Panic set in as I realized they were still after me.

of Kaelen and Elora, and their eyes were two solid pools of liquid gold. "The 'Stalkers'," Seraphina whispered. "The ones who want to 'Live' in the story."

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.

They’d escalated. I had a stalker. And they knew where I was…

O-kay, then I probably had no choice but to knock and then wait. It took a moment, but then I was faced with a well-groomed, older lady who looked at me questioningly. Far and wide no locks or weapons. Since that was already very promising. "Yes, please?" And she was polite too. Jackpot. “Hello, my name is Grace Shanks and I come from the Venators' Guild. One of your neighbors reported a Proles sighting to us. But since he has disappeared again, my partner and I are searching the area for traces and I wanted to ask if you noticed anything. ”Well, that sounded professional. I was back in my element baby Yes.

His works had been in Niall Steiner's exhibit two years ago. Now, Ansel Stiles was starting to gain fame. Jade introduced them and from then on, the curly haired lad often goes to the studio to see Sidhiel. "I haven't done enough progress with my work yesterday." He said. "Mr. Steiner is scheduled to look at my paintings soon. I'm getting nervous." When he first met Ansel, he immediately felt at ease and comfortable around him. He's kind and easy to talk to. When he speaks, no one would think that he was famous because he was very humble.

She cursed the tears that had made her miss her way so… cursed the entire town and the day she ever set foot in it. Natalie had always thought Clarksville was bad— and to be honest, it was, but at least she could deal with the things that happened to her over there, Being bullied and being the town outcast seemed to be nothing when placed in comparison to having a stalker watch your every mood while claiming you as his! Oh Natalie, but what makes you think it’s a man? Her subconscious mocked darkly, drawing a shiver out of the young, scantily-clad woman. She didn’t even have time to contemplate if her shivering had to do with her thoughts or with the chilly nature of her surroundings, for sh

He got out and headed towards the lift, and before I could ask him to keep it open, it closed. “Is he for real?” I glared at the door as it went up. What's even his issue? Don't tell me he's still pissed because I refused his calls? Was that why he stalked me? Talking of stalking, while I waited for the car to return, I called Edward. He answered on the second ring. “How was dinner, boss? Am I cleared to start drafting the contract?” “Why did you tell Stein about the meeting?” “Mr Schmidt?” “Why did you give him my location?”