Stalking Stories Novels & Stories

So she walked fast to get off the streets. “Hold on Gaby, you are walking too fast, are you ok?” Mira asked her. Gabriella slowed down, still looking over her shoulders. Mira followed her eye's direction and couldn't find what she was looking at. “What's that Gaby?” She asked her. “Am sorry Mira, but I still haven't gotten over the incident at the restaurant. I think someone is stalking us.” Gabriella said. “Oh, that? Mira signed and turned to her, Nobody is stalking us. Don't get ideas in your head. I mean look around. There are people everywhere taking pictures of their loved ones.” Gabriella turned and saw couples taking shots of each other and other people doing the same.

“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 Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

Stowaway Chapter 57 Zoe's point of view. The next morning I finally get to hear Erin's story, and my heart breaks for her. Over the last four years, she has been passed from man to man or master to master, as she says, forced to participate in whatever sick scene they wanted. Yes, Erin was sold as a BDSM sex slave. I know that Jack is the calmest one of the Taylor brothers, and Erin seems to have picked up on this, she doesn't want to leave his side, and he seems content with watching over her. I still notice how she won't look him in the eye, though, or how her eyes always fall to the floor and that she always walks behind him. She's not the same outgoing girl that I went to school with, an

of Kaelen and Elora, and their eyes were two solid pools of liquid gold. "The 'Stalkers'," Seraphina whispered. "The ones who want to 'Live' in the story."

Let them build up to an incinerating level, then fuck them -- it's so worth it. Stalkers ignore ROs. That's okay. Now you can legally trap them. They'll do whatever you want. Not because they are afraid of you. It is an RO for God's sake -- one night in jail, maybe. No, they'll do whatever sex act you request because that's why they are stalking you in the first place; the sensual/emotional connection.

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.

She bowed her head and picked up her book again “Something like this would have been totally cool in the fictional world.” “I still need more details about him, though. Don’t try to escape it.” She folded her legs; I knew she wouldn’t let me off that easily. G was a helpless dark romance reader; her excitement when she heard I had a stalker that looked like he was a descendant of Hercules himself was priceless. She loved me, I knew that, but her being a reader, I expected this already. I hit my forehead with my hand tiredly. “I have a stalker, Gianna. This isn’t books; this is real life.”

Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves? For mature audiences only due to the graphic nature of certain situations. Read at your own discretion. Triggers include: Age gap, stalking, graphic depictions of sexual content, (con/noncon/dubcon), death, kidnapping, mental health issues, abuse, addiction, bdsm, rough sex, unusual kinks, escorting, strong language, threesomes, drug use, dark erotica, slow burn, hate to love, forbidden romance, possessive, controlling, and dominant men, sociopathic behavior, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, trauma bonding, talk of past trauma from both Mc and li, gunp