Stalking Anime Novels & Stories

Stolas said, his eyes meeting hers, “I will, besides I can watch action or horror movies with Candy.” “I’m down for that.” Candy said, moving her hand to Annie’s thigh. Slowly pushing up the fabric of her dress so she could trial her finger over the smooth skin of her thigh. “Candy.” Annie hissed. “Shhhh, we’re watching the previews.” She smirked, looking at the screen as Stolas moved the popcorn out of Annie’s lap and into his own. He’d thought that he had a high sex drive until he’d mated with these two. Now he realized that Candy put them all to shame and one of them was a succubus.

He was unaware that he was being stalked. His stalker was far behind yet keeping a close tag on him. Ander got the feeling that he was being followed, and turned but saw no one. He stood for a while and continued strolling. In the past, he has always had this feeling of being followed wherever he goes but he has never for once found anyone stalking him. That's all he knew, he was not aware that Alex has always got his back.

Burney threw ours on top, gave my waist a squeeze then let me go. I looked up at him, surprised to see his face void of the stupid grin he'd been wearing half a minute earlier. I dropped my gaze to the waiting group and understood. Stan was staring at us, radiating authority as he stood legs spread, arms folded in jeans and a dark blue shirt. "Get your rears over here!" Our eyes darted to each other as we stepped forward. Stan was a scary bugger, made more so by the fact that I was still convinced he would rather me dead than in his nest.

So, he can only satisfy his feelings by watching Gie from afar. The turning point of their story is that Yan, who was secretly following Gie, actually was secretly followed by a stalker fan. This stalker fan was obsessed with Yan and wanted to assault him but faced with Yan’s rejection, the stalker fan loathed Yan instantly and stabbed Yan. Fortunately, Gie was nearby and noticed the commotion in their side. The stalker fan escaped, while Gie immediately treated Yan. However, that stab was fatal and Yan regrettably died without ever confessing to Gie.

But the feeling gnawing at my stomach didn’t agree, and I heard myself say, “Actually…I think I might have a stalker.” His eyes sharpened as he leaned forward slightly, clearly interested. “A stalker? Can you tell me anything specific?” I swallowed, trying to arrange my thoughts. “I didn’t have much, just an unknown number texting me cryptic messages. Some days ago, I received an anonymous package of a novel. Today, they sent a picture of a concert ticket with a code and a message saying, ‘I know who you are beneath it all—don’t hide from me.’ I didn’t know what they meant, and it could just be nothing, but…”

I have no sexual attraction towards her. "Baby, please," she gets up from her chair to come to me, and I do too, walking out of the office. I drive to the packhouse. I contemplate calling Nara's phone, but I know she won't pick up, so I wait and wait, but she doesn't show up. ... I'm officially a stalker. Nara has been avoiding me for the past week, and what do I do? I stalk her. I know, I know, it's so low, but I do it. Just looking at her makes me happy, and her scent gives me new life.

⚠️ Trigger Warning: This chapter contains stalking, obsession, and emotional manipulation. No sexual content, but it’s psychologically dark and tension-heavy. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This chapter contains stalking, obsession, and gaslighting. No sexual content, but it features psychological manipulation and emotional distress. It started small..just with Yumi sending him messages after class. At first, they were about photography. She wanted to “understand his art,” to talk about framing and light and emotion. But as the days blurred, her texts became softer, more personal.

It was almost noon when I finish sketching yet another Brice's perfect face. And remembering what Ann said yesterday, I decided to be the stalker that I am and snapped the sketch and post it on my I***a page. And being a true stalker and fangirl I tagged Brice's account and his fan page. Ann was the first to comment with lots of emojis and praising my impeccable sketching skill.

I smirked. "Pfft...you are acting like we are friends or something," she said and wrinkled her nose. How cute. "You are right. We are not friends. We are lovers," I said and wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close. "I hate you. You are even more annoying than I was when I was stalking you," she pouted. "Oh, so you admit you were stalking me," I chucked. "It was a mistake. A mistake I'll never repeat with anyone ever again. And I am trying to stay far away from you too," she said quietly.

Letting out a heavy breath, she prayed to God that she wasn’t doing bad burdening Gina with her issues, but honestly she needed someone to talk too. “I… I didn’t tell you that some people have been stalking me. It has been happening for weeks now, and I’ve seen them so many times. Either they're hiding in the bushes, or they're just standing and watching from a corner, and it freaking creeps me out so much. I have never felt this unsafe in my life at all, so believe me when I say this feeling is much more than just some bloody hangover. It’s way worse than that.” "W-what?!" Gina blurted out, her eyes wide in shock, "All of this has been happening?" She asked, her hand flying to her mouth in