Stalkers Book Novels & Stories

“Not now. Not ever.” I drag the knife from his chest, licking the rain-washed blood off its edge before sliding it back into my pocket. My heart is wild, my head spinning, but I feel alive. I step back into the road, rain cascading over me, arms stretched slightly at my sides. A shadow among shadows. And then—movement. Someone else is there. Watching me. What happens when a stalker finds a stalker of his own?

I read on, my heart racing: "My beautiful flower, I've been watching you, studying your every move. You have haunted me in my dreams, followed me in my memory, and enamoured me… …Alice… Your name echoes in the most silent parts of my mind, Brought to life by the memory of your touch, And the gentle sway of our bodies to the jazz music. You have become my obsession, Of which I will never tire. I am always watching, always waiting. And soon, I'll make my move. You can't escape me, no matter how hard you try. I'll find you, and when I do, you'll be mine forever.” Forever yours, [Your stalker]" My hand shook as I finished reading. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the signature. Fear tightened m

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.

That was all he said but she knew it was more than that. "Are you keeping tabs on me?" She was frowning now. "No Megan. I am not keeping tabs on you. I was only looking for the second stalker. I have been investigating this matter for a while now and found out that there were two stalkers instead of one. I was waiting for the other one to appear so I could get him and hand him over to the police, I did not know he would appear when I would not be in the country." He said. "Who would have thought that the second stalker would be Brandon Keller." He drawled sardonically.

Their actions suggested a deeper, more calculated game at play. Her investigation led her to an aging scholar, Elara’s grandmother, a woman revered for her knowledge of ancient prophecies and forgotten lore. The old woman, her eyes clouded with age but sharp with intelligence, revealed a chilling history. The Shadow Stalkers were not a new threat; they were a splinter group, a faction that had broken away from the original ShadowClan centuries ago. They were driven by a twisted interpretation of an ancient prophecy, one that foretold a time of great upheaval, a time when the balance of power would shift, and only the strongest would survive.

Then Rowan says quietly, “He didn’t say which friend.” Liberty lets out a shaky laugh that turns into something raw. “That’s the point.” My chest aches with it. This is what stalking does: it makes language into a weapon. It turns your imagination against you until you can’t tell if the threat is outside the door or inside your skull. Miles looks up from his laptop. “We need to treat this as two possibilities: a bluff meant to force movement, or a real incident somewhere else.” Kellan nods. “And we don’t split.”

I stood up and walked to the window again, staring out into the night. The city seemed quiet, almost too quiet. And even though I couldn’t see him, I knew he was out there. Somewhere. Watching. 10 MARIANA The next day, the feeling of being watched still clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Even at the bookshop, where I normally felt safe, I found myself glancing over my shoulder constantly, waiting for something to happen.

she asked facing him “uh ...you see ... ahh,” he said nervously “yeah? I have told no one where I lived” “uh I kinda... followed you” he finally said “huh? you stalked me !?” “No not that I was too shy...” he tried to defend himself “you stole my books, stalked me and went to my home and you’re saying that you did it because you’re shy ?”

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

Aron wasn't just going to walk away from her that easily. A/N: Hey thank you for reading Book One and journeying with me. This is the End of Book One. Update: Book Two is up. F******k: taniashava I*******m: tanz.v