Stalkers Book Novels & Stories

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.

My head whirls down the dark aisle, rows of books standing like silent witnesses. “Girlie.” My heart leaps into my throat. I throw the books from my hands, fists balled in panic, and whirl around. Only to come face to face with Sam. “Gods,” I exhale, relief washing over me like warm water. “My heart is going to give out.” “You were gone forever,” Sam says, stepping closer. “We thought your… stalker might’ve gotten to you.”

"No sovereignty. No gold. Just the cold." The ten-minute window Ryan had bought us was closing. On the ridge, I saw the first flare of a physical torch. The Council Stalkers were moving. They didn't need satellites or high-frequency scanners now; they were hunting by sight, tracking the trail of blood and soot I had left in the snow like a common animal. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the scrap of pine-scented fabric I’d stitched into my lining. I pressed it against Kael’s nose, a desperate, pathetic attempt to wake the wolf that I knew was gone.

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It sounded like this was his routine, and they weren’t his fans, they were mine, I felt the heat rising up to my neck, shame almost turning me to a tomato. “I do care about them.” He smiled softly, “I know. I saw all you did for them during your fan meetings, or whenever one of them bumped into you. Even the stalkers.” I suck in a breath, “The stalkers! I wonder whatever happened to them, they disappeared.” “Sounds like you want the, to continue stalking.” he says with creased brows before returning his gaze to the road. “No! Of course not, it is just, do stalkers just disappear? I had a fear of them coming back when I least expected it.”

I hastily jammed my windows and latched the hook. I wore my sandals and cleaned the beads of sweat that had gathered on my forehead. No, way! I remembered this book, Nicole's walls by Godwin Hosanna Aga and this was how the stalking started, but Nicole couldn't tell anyone what she was going through because– I shook the thought out of my head and forbade it. I was not going to be a victim of stalking, never! My thumbs scrolled through my contact list and tapped on Tristan the moment it came into view.

Chapter 22: Get Cooking Cleo’s POV I sat cross-legged on the smooth suede sofa in my living room, the glowing screen of my laptop illuminating the darkening room, and tried to figure out where on earth to start. The adrenaline from the afternoon was finally beginning to crash, leaving me with a harsh, pounding headache right between my temples. I still couldn't quite wrap my head around the fact that this was actually happening to my best friend. Stalkers were the kind of thing you read about in trashy magazines or dealt with in high-profile legal divorce cases, not something that happened to bookish, sweet Tiana. The image of that pristine, pitch-black rose with its silver glitter edges was

Lord Valerius let out a choked sound of genuine terror behind us. They were grotesque. The Gloom-Stalkers were a fusion of pale, corrupted vampire skin and black, segmented chitin armor. They were the size of grizzlies, moving silently on eight skeletal legs that ended in razor-sharp bone points. They didn't have mouths; they had a mass of clicking mandibles, and multiple multi-faceted green eyes that absorbed the light. They were the perfect, silent stalkers of this forbidden dominion. And they were fast. One lunged, not for me, but for the weakened Valerius.

The fox masked man assent before the three disappears without a trace even the highest skilled in Qi Chen's shadow guards aren't aware of their visit. . . . . Adorable Sleepy Author: Gosh a stalkerish ML The Stalkerish ML: (suddenly appears) .... 😒 Adorable Sleepy Author: Aiyo! Don't scare me like that! I'm not thinking of anything! You appearing without any warning will give me a heart attack! 😱 The Stalkerish ML: 😒 Adorable Sleepy Author: Forgive me my Lord!!!! (kneels and starting kowtowing)😭