Stalkers Book Novels & Stories

he said and I replied with a short and simple, “It’s my work” He sat near Lily and started patting her head while I moved outside to get intel regarding the situation last night. I am sure the stalker is from a powerful mafia organization and his connections are good as I had not been able to gather much about them. The security guards were already there so I thought to freshen up a bit. I went back to Lily's home, had a bath and then rode my bike to reach a certain place. This was a bar where all the mafia’s were evolved and I had to mask up my face to remain unidentified.

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

“But you know the full story, because… because you witnessed it.” Quin’s eyes stayed on me, wide, waiting, silently urging me on. I took a breath that rattled through my chest. “I had a stalker,” I began, my voice trembling. “An obsessive stalker who wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept showing up. Watching me. Making me feel unsafe, scared, dirty.” Quin’s jaw clenched, her expression darkening with protectiveness I didn’t deserve.

“So, is that it? You realized he’s not the guy you thought?” I hesitate, trying to put it into words. “It’s more complicated. Things were great... until I got a stalker,” I admit, and almost immediately someone squeals from across the room. “Oh my God! Like a real stalker? Is he hot?” A bubbly woman plops down in a chair, her eyes wide with excitement. “That’s Lilly,” Sasha explains with a laugh. “She loves her romance novels. Not all stalkers are dreamboat types, Lilly!” she teases.

And then, without any control of his human form, the wolf started running through the jungle like a wild beast on a hunt. A couple, wearing simple jeans and black t shirt moved through the sea of people thoroughly in the middle of the streets, their steps were hasty and their hands clasped in each other's tightly. The man wrapped his hand around the woman's slim waist, pulling her tightly close to him, and then their hasty steps slowed down when they heard the sound of footsteps of tracker that had started following them from the spot where they had made their last person who had replaced the murdered disappear from his spot. The tracker lost the track of the couple, so when Bella tried to p

The stalker is everywhere, And nowhere. The stalker gets stalked They sit in our seats And feed our children They walk in the streets like us In the end, We are all stalkers. **** The door swung open and his hazel eyes were the first thing I noticed, then his white shirt and black trousers. His steps feeling gracious like he was the king of the world. Wait!

I froze. Slowly, trembling, I opened my eyes then lowered my arms. At first, all I saw was black. A tall figure standing behind the monster, half-hidden by smoke and firelight. Then the creature twitched violently, and a blade burst straight through its chest. Black slime poured down the metal. The monster collapsed forward with a sickening crash before its body vanished just like the boy in the club. And standing behind it was him. Zane. My stalker. I’ve never felt this happy seeing him. My breath caught instantly.

“Tomorrow, Evelyn. A new beginning.” I forced a smile. “Yes, Father.” He turned and made his way toward the door. The latch clicked softly behind him, and I was alone again. But I didn’t lie down. Not yet. Instead, I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers brushing against the fabric of the blanket. My heart felt lighter at the thought of school,of something new—but beneath that excitement was a pulse of something deeper. Something that felt like eyes still watching from the dark. Damn! I should stop thinking of this,but I couldn't. I felt like I had a stalker…

Evans leans against a shelf with a notebook already in his hand while Rico paces like a caged wolf. The Children of the Dagger, Lance Chapman, a war I never knew was fought, is clawing its way out of a shallow grave, and my wife is out of my sight, unaware of the danger she might be in. My knuckles ache, and I look down to see that my claws are now dug into the surface of my oak desk. I force my hand to relax, leaving deep gouges in the wood. It is Rico who finally breaks the heavy silence. “So, how did Lance end up getting married to Lolita?” he asks bluntly. “If he and Mildred were true mates, how did that happen?”

He rubbed his temples, muttering, “Knight Corporation… it’s too close. Too connected. Whoever it is, they’re inside Damon’s world. And that makes them dangerous.” I sat there, trembling, torn between fear and defiance. My heart screamed Damon’s innocence, but the evidence whispered otherwise. And for the first time, I realized — the stalker wasn’t just watching me. They were inside my life, inside Damon’s world, inside everything I thought was safe. . . . Enjoy Reading!!! Let me know what you think of this chapter in the comments!!