Stalkers Book Novels & Stories

"Why would I finish it all? I ordered it for us." "....Are you trying to kill me by stuffing me to death?" "Is that how you thank someone? Well, you're welcome." "..." Agh I can't win at all. *** Character's corner: Stella: I know his schedule because I have superb observational skills. *proud Author: Slang for a good stalker. *wink Stella: ...No...I did not stalk him, promise. *embarrassed Author: Yeah, right. *wink

Velia didn’t say anything, instead closing her eyes. Meanwhile... The Reapers were still enjoying themselves, talking and laughing. Virus and Godfather Marco had already left. "So, what do you think of this place?" Stalker asked, her voice relentless as she hadn’t given him any space to breathe. He was already fed up. "Honestly, I just want to get the hell out of here," he muttered, taking another drink. "This place isn’t that bad. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it here. Just relax," she smiled and touched his shoulder.

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

I looked down at the floor to see what I had tripped over. It was a pair of extremely high, sexy stiletto heels. Heels? My breath caught in my throat. I looked around the messy floor, and my heart sank. Scattered across the carpet was a pair of lace panties, a bright blue bra, and a tight red dress. Suddenly, the blankets on the massive bed started to shift. The person under the covers began to move, turning around slowly. I held my breath, fully expecting to see Miles’s messy dark hair. Instead, a girl turned around, letting a long mane of blonde hair spill out over the pillows. She looked groggy and completely dazed.

He walked quickly down the hall, turning the corner just as the door opened. He leaned against the wall, his chest heaving. I can't lose him again. The water. The car. The fire. Elion pulled out his notebook. His hands were shaking so hard he dropped the pen. He snatched it up. Anomaly 12: The Confession. Statement: "I can't lose him AGAIN." Context: Mentions fire, water, cars. He stared at the words. It wasn't just a stalker. Stalkers watched. Stalkers obsessed.

“Two massive guys in black suits literally watched me pack my bags, escorted me out, and drove me all the way to New Jersey. They didn't say a single word the entire ride. And the street... Yara, when we walked out, the crushed car was gone. Everything was gone….it looked like nothing had even happened. Who the hell is Kieran Volkov?” ​My grip tightened on the phone. My heart ached at the terror in her voice—terror I had dragged her into. “He’s exactly who the media says he is, Tess. A very powerful, very wealthy athlete who takes his security way too seriously. The men who came after me last night were... stalkers. People obsessed with the fact that he suddenly claimed me in public. Kieran’

A stalker, age-gap dark romance Harley Savage- She's a small-town girl, who just turned twenty-two, with a head full of ambiguous dreams that reach as high as the stars. However, one incident in her life changes everything, including the once positive outlook she had on things. After her world gets turned upside down by the murder of her brother and her boyfriend, she begins to spiral and eventually loses the sparkle that used to brighten her glimmering blue eyes. She distances herself from her family and friends and finds comfort in the dark, sinister street life.

Ethan leant over to see what could have caused such a reaction. "He's sick." Ethan said. "He needs help." "Help? He needs to be locked away." Ethan said. I didn't say anything, just went back to work and finish my task as if nothing happened. As soon as work was over, I went home. Noting Russell lurking outside my house, pretending as if he was jogging. Like I didn't know that it was him trying to use a disguise, as if I didn't know that he had been stalking me ever since we met.

Blurb: He craves her , wants her , watches her and bids his time in making his move and when finally he did, she becomes his Obsession. Will she be his undoing? She knows nothing about him except he has been her secret admirer, sending her flowers and love notes every single day . He's the mystery man in her life or more like her stalker . This is a fantasy based story , I don't actually think it has happened that anyone has had sex with there stalker so it's purely fantasy...

Countless scornful looks fell upon me, and my body stiffened. The words I had strung together were lodged fast in my throat. All I wanted was to retrieve my belongings. All I wanted was to say goodbye. "What are you doing here?" Before I had time to recover, Ivor emerged from the villa holding a stuffed toy. It was our token of love from when we were 18. On the day of our engagement, it went missing. I thought it was gone forever.