Stalking Anime Novels & Stories

The ears pointed upwards on his head in an attentive manner, along with his tail poking inside his pant. 'Why is the stalker getting stalked' "Are you sure you are okay, dog?" heard the voice which was still following right behind him. Still ignoring the presence of the guy with the hoodie figure with red eyes going round and round around the never-ending circular empty hallway. 'Why the hell is he still following me? Ugh, only if I wasn't lost this wouldn't have happened. But why do I feel I had seen the twi-that Doesn't matter I'm horny now and a stranger is following me ugh what kind of luck are you carrying Koishi'

The creatures below were still reaching, still making sounds like grinding metal mixed with human screaming. "What were those?" I managed. "Stalkers," Amon said between gasps. "Class C. They hunt in packs and use the subway cars as lairs." He looked at his ankle where the thing had grabbed him. The fabric of his pants was torn, and beneath, I could see deep scratches that oozed dark blood. "Damn it." "How bad?" I pulled out my med kit. "Not deep. But their claws carry infection." He grimaced as I cleaned the wound. "I'll be fine for now, but we need to move fast. If it gets worse..."

I felt like I had a stalker… Sylvara’s voice stirred faintly in the back of my mind, her tone bright and restless. “You’re excited, aren’t you?” I smiled to myself. “Maybe a little. The human world… It sounds so different.” “Different?” she teased. “Try chaotic. But still—imagine what we might see!” She paused and said, “ you could make lots of friends too.” She's right,I don't have any friends here except the maids. I can't remember the last time I socialized.

That was almost unheard of. "Incubus aren't great at dream walking like Kitsunes," I said, laying out antiseptic and surgical thread. "But an attack that can manifest physical wounds... that's like super rare. Only the most powerful creatures are capable of something like that." I looked up at her, seeing the fear still lingering in her purple eyes. "Who the fuck were you dream stalking?" Miyori sat down heavily in her chair, wincing as the movement pulled at her wounds.

“Looks familiar?” I shook my head. Then Evan spun his laptop toward us, screen glowing with school records, smudged yearbook photos, and old headlines stacked like a trail of ghosts. “In every high school Celeste’s attended,” he said, “she’s had a stalker. Same script: gifts, dead animals, creepy notes, mysterious shadows. Every time. Different towns, different states. But the patterns? Identical.” Hayden frowned. “Coincidence?”

“Who the hell thinks it’s okay to watch someone from the shadows? That’s not affection. That’s obsession. It’s creepy and messed up.” He blinked at me, like I’d spoken in a language he didn’t understand. “I’m not a psycho,” he said slowly, as though he was trying to convince himself as much as me. “Is it wrong that I find you pretty?” “Finding me pretty and stalking me are two very different things,” I said, my voice cold enough to cut glass. “Now let go. I don’t have time for this nonsense I’m going home.” I wrenched free and shoved past him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how badly my hands were shaking. My arm throbbed where he’d gripped it too tightly, the bruises alread

Zeus' eyes widened and asked her almost immediately “What stalker? Anya. Talk to me” Anya raised her head and looked into his eyes, she wished she hadn't fallen out of love with him but it was what it was. “I was coming from the supermarket opposite my street and this strange guy in black clothes started to follow me. When I noticed it for a few minutes, I decided to run but he ran after me wahhhhhh” “It's okay babe” Zeus responded while patting her head affectionately. Anya sniffed before she continued “I don't know if he saw me enter my apartment but I was really scared that he might show up behind me in the house”

Her Stalker, the man who had come so close to killing her, was still at it. Sending messages with no script, no text. Just pictures that showed he was watching her. Waiting for the right moment to strike… * Sanke sat back. He smiled in satisfaction; he had achieved what he had set out to do…

She juts out her lower lip, pouts, "Over before it even started. I could never continue this knowing you don't get off on the GG's." "Well, shit," I shift like I'm about to stand up though I have no intention of doing such thing, "It was fun while it lasted, huh?" "Truly. Being stalked for the first time in my life was pretty awesome. I don't understand what everyone complains about." "Well, in everyone's defense, I'm pretty sure most stalkers are actually stalking, and much creepier than me." "Really? People are creepier?" "That's it," I reach beside me and toss a pillow at her.

; he asked worryingly " rest assured dad it's been taken care of"; Renji replied with a smirk "What do you mean?" " I think that someone in a hoodie might be stalking us for a while now, and with the look of things I think he is a female" "What!?? Masaka" " I know right? I also thought he was a he and not a she. When I woke up I immediately had this feeling that someone might go seek Hinata and tell her what was going on, so instead, I rushed over to her house. And luckily that someone in a hoodie came falling right into my trap, although she got away I was able to peek and see her figure quite a bit when she was about to jump over the fence"