Stalking Anime Novels & Stories

Bri had replied. Bri: I’d love to say I’ve never stalked anyone, but there’s one name that comes to mind... A girl who thinks ill of me despite my sunny vibes. Zara snorted, grabbing a towel and drying off. She quickly typed back, her fingers flying across the screen. Zara: Sunny vibes? Mam, our first interaction was slapping and spanking. Isn’t that what creepy stalkers do? Bri: What, are you kink-shaming? Besides, I thought it was trendy right now to be a bit possessive and stalkerish. It shows devotion…

She said and went out of the house. She was walking alone in the bright light of street lights. She noticed a shadow was following her. She started to walk fast and that shadow was also walking fast to chase her. She also noticed that there was a cap on the head of the shadow. She changed the ally and stopped there at the corner, waiting for her stalker to turn to that ally. She was already sick of this stalker and because of Adrian she was totally frustrated. She put her hand in her bag in which she was carrying her water bottle. As soon as, that guy turned the ally. She sprayed pepper spray in his eyes.

Jes lowered her head again, walking slowly toward Adam. In the room there was only one long sofa, so Jes was forced to sit on the one sofa with Adam. She sat at the very end, while Adam had been sitting at the very end. They were like strangers sitting in the waiting chairs of the hospital. Adam prepared a steak with black paper sauce complete with salad, Jes' favorite food. He understood very well, years of stalking Jes. Installing hundreds of surveillance cameras around Jes, makes him understand and know exactly what Jes likes and dislikes.

My finger hovers over the temperature button. I remember yesterday. Someone following me. It can't be. “You have a stalker,” Delilah says flatly. I laugh, though it sounds hollow even to my own ears. “I’m like the most uninteresting person to stalk. There’s nothing to report. I work, I eat, and I sleep. That’s it.” “And you undress,” Sam sings. “And you shower,” Tessa adds. “And you’re alone half the time,” Sam continues. “Driving home alone. Living in that big house with just your sister.”

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

“So, what do you think of him?” Maia showed Anaya a picture from her phone and Anaya frowned. “Hell no, is that your guy?” Anaya asked and Maia laughed out loud. “Noooo! There’s no way I’m going to go out with someone like him. He’s the one I told you about that kept on stalking me because of his black girl fetish.” “Ohh.” Anaya took a closer look at the man before biting off from her pizza. “His face totally screams stalker vibes.” She chuckled.

“Not now. Not ever.” I drag the knife from his chest, licking the rain-washed blood off its edge before sliding it back into my pocket. My heart is wild, my head spinning, but I feel alive. I step back into the road, rain cascading over me, arms stretched slightly at my sides. A shadow among shadows. And then—movement. Someone else is there. Watching me. What happens when a stalker finds a stalker of his own?

He has become my addiction, my desire. Suddenly, the same strange feeling crawls over me as if someone is watching us. “What's wrong?” “Could you close the window?” He turns his head to the window before looking into my eyes again. “Is something wrong?” He slowly pulls out from my space, gets off me, and approaches the window, zipping his black pants. “Someone is stalking me.” “A stalker?” He glances around the dark garden but it's empty and silent. “I don't see anyone.”

I wanted to drag it out, to hold myself at the edge until the ache was unbearable, and until my whole body was screaming for release. Stroking harder, my eyes went straight to his neck. I imagined kissing him there with my teeth scraping the skin. I imagined what it would feel like to leave a mark, to bite down hard enough that he'd feel it tomorrow, that he'd touch the bruise with his fingers and think of me. I moved my hand faster, just thinking of branding him enough for people to know he fucking belonged to me. The cock in my fist was angry red, slick and throbbing, the head swollen and dripping. My pulse jumped every time my thumb swept over the ridge.

It’d show him how it feels to be on the other end of the table for once. A brewing smile touches my lips as I walk back, shuffling my feet along to keep him waiting. I swipe on my screen without hesitation, bringing it to my ear. “I was—” “Maya.” I freeze. My hand drops slowly, from my ear, and I suck in a sharp, terrified breath when I see the number on my screen. It’s not Antonio. Not Lucien. It’s the same person who’s been stalking me for weeks, leaving cryptic messages and pictures. I swallow thickly, pushing down the lump in my throat as I place it back to my ear. “W-who are you?” I stutter.