Stalking Anime Novels & Stories

Photos of her giggling with her friends, photos of that night. Photos of her barely clothed, photos of those stolen moments. He was a stalker... He wasn't supposed to do that... She thought she left without any traces. She frowned as she leaned forward to that particular picture. It was her at the shower yesterday... she remembered that moment vividly. But why was Dante stalking her? Why can't he just move on? Even with the dozen girls every week by his side, he still clug to her memory. Still watched her. Still wanted her ... And still craved her.

“All of which I could forgive if you didn’t set me up with an anorexic Mexican who believes he is a fictional character; ruining one of my favorite romance novels with the experience! Now you won’t have to worry about the big city swallowing my midget body whole, since the proper schizophrenic you gave my personal information is stalking me!” I stamp my foot with a sharp intake of breath. “He’s a stalker, Nicky! You know how I feel about stalkers! They are up there with being late, daisies and Hitler! ” I heave in a shaky breath, battling down the panic.

“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.

The stalker, the one who had haunted her nightmares and pursued her relentlessly, was none other than Tony. The revelation paralyzed her with terror, the weight of the situation sinking in. Trapped in the clutches of a delusional stalker, Bella's mind raced with the grim understanding that her ordeal had taken an even darker turn. The air hung heavy with a chilling sense of dread, as the relentless nightmare seemed to unfold with no respite in sight.

She gave me that 'you are impossible' look as she shook her head in disappointment. "You're jumping to conclusions, Xena. Nothing even happened. You should be excited and like a good friend ask me stuff like what his room looked like." "God, my best friend is a psycho stalker and to make things worse, she is in complete denial about it." Xena looked up as if she was really talking to God. So much drama. "I am not a psycho stalker. I am just being a good girl and doing exactly what he asked me to do."

Miu frowned. “Well, you know my job.” I sighed, deciding to go with this story. To make it my fault, we are being hunted. I don’t want anyone to know Yūri was a Hatake, let alone the Kitsune. “Yea, you’re a cop. What about it?” Miu sighed. “Well, I recently initiated a raid on the yakuza clan resulting in even the boss getting taken in.” I sighed.

She grits her teeth. “Someone seems to be following us.” Ayane whispered to Ryuji. He scanned the area and saw the perpetrator. He held onto Ayane’s hand and pulled her into a run. He turned corners so fast that it made Ayane dizzy. When he felt that they‘ve lost him, Ryuji stopped to take a break. Ayane was panting like crazy. “You could’ve warned me.” She said. Ryuji looked around once again but saw no sign of the stalker.

My phone buzzes as I look at myself in the mirror, making sure I don’t have any stains or marks on my clothes. “Hello?” I check the time; it’s just gone 8:30 am. I’m already ready for my date, but I think I’ll take Benny for a quick walk first. “Hey…. So did you stalk him last night?” Stace giggles. “God, No. Do people really do that?” She sighs heavily on the phone, “Yes, people do that. Jesus Lilly, you should. We don’t want you getting cozy with a serial killer, now do we?”

Curiosity got the better of her and she decided to find out. “I see you’ve settled well into your role as a stalker, huh?” Her book commented as soon as Nozomi transformed in the toilet. “You’re actually playing truant for it.” Realising what she was doing and how stalking had indeed became a habit of hers in this world, Nozomi blushed at her atrocity. Even so, she still wanted to carry out her plan. Nozomi rubbed the tip of her nose and lightly cleared her throat, as she disappeared into the shadows.

The bell rang out reminding us that our free time was over and we scurried out of the cafeteria. *** "Sit still, Mowa," Val ordered and gathered my curls into a tight bun atop my head. "It's not like it's a date. "Oh, Val you don't get it," I sighed. "I'm going to see my stalker for the first time." "Which shouldn't be a problem," she continued. "Not unless you like him already." The last part of her statement was delivered with a wink and smirk causing my eyes to roll in their sockets. "Yeah like that would happen."