Stalking Stories Novels & Stories

“I thought stalkers, well, stalked people they found attractive. Watched them undress, got closer to them…” He chuckles, leaning against the desk as he looks at me. “There are different types of stalkers, little birdie. Sure, there are those who fixate on someone they want, someone they crave. It could be just from a glance, a fleeting moment of desire, and they become obsessed, needing to see that person in every vulnerable moment.”

“But you know the full story, because… because you witnessed it.” Quin’s eyes stayed on me, wide, waiting, silently urging me on. I took a breath that rattled through my chest. “I had a stalker,” I began, my voice trembling. “An obsessive stalker who wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept showing up. Watching me. Making me feel unsafe, scared, dirty.” Quin’s jaw clenched, her expression darkening with protectiveness I didn’t deserve.

“But that's what made me interested in you. That little bravery in you triggered me to follow you in any way whatever. It, you know, had me shocked at first that I was stalking you with the best I could, but I later knew what I’d been feeling all along. I was into you.” I don't say anything. I’m too focused on his way of storytelling. He can't fix his hands in one position. He always has to gesture. It’s too Italian for him to do it. “You stalked me, huh? Should I call the police now? I knew you were stalking me. You were so annoying before. I would've loved to slap your face with no rest.” “And then you talked me out to lend you money.” “For a purpose.” “Well, it's lovely.”

I hastily jammed my windows and latched the hook. I wore my sandals and cleaned the beads of sweat that had gathered on my forehead. No, way! I remembered this book, Nicole's walls by Godwin Hosanna Aga and this was how the stalking started, but Nicole couldn't tell anyone what she was going through because– I shook the thought out of my head and forbade it. I was not going to be a victim of stalking, never! My thumbs scrolled through my contact list and tapped on Tristan the moment it came into view.

Killian demanded. “I–I slipped and fell,” I lied, keeping my tone even so they wouldn't suspect. But Ken saw through it. “You're not a clumsy person Nova. You walk too carefully to just slip and fall. Come on baby, tell us what really happened,” Ken insisted. My insides pooled with anxiety as I shifted my gaze between both men. I didn't want to tell them yet because I thought I could handle it. But I guess… I bit hard on my lips as the words bubbled at the end of my throat, “I am being stalked. The stalker attacked me today.”

Stalking is a crime. Primo sought her breath, too tired of running. After settling down, he came out of hiding, which made it even more difficult to breathe. He leaned over with his hands on his knees, not noticing that some guys were already standing in front of him. The guys carry a frightening smile while watching a prey in front of them, ready to be eaten. The guy at the front flagged his two men, and they nodded their heads in response. "Looks like we got a five-star dinner tonight, right?"

EMMA The walk up the stairs felt like a fever dream. My legs were still shaky from the two massive orgasms Sarah had ripped out of me downstairs, and my inner thighs were slick with a mixture of my own juices and her saliva. Jake’s cum had dried in streaks on my skin, but my pussy was already throbbing again, aching to be filled. Sarah led us by the hand—her full, naked body glowing under the hallway light, heavy tits bouncing with every step, ass jiggling enticingly. Jake followed close behind, his thick cock still rock-hard and bouncing, glistening from fucking Sarah’s cunt.

“Can we do stuffs that you like? Only in a more subtle way. Me being a beginner and all.” He caressed her hair. “What if you don't like what I like?” “I'm willing to explore.” Gabriel had to smile up at the ceiling. “You said Fola told you about my kinks.” “Yeah.” “So what exactly did that talkative tell you?” “Nothing much. How did he find out?” Gabriel shrugged. “Who knows? Besides, I don't really hide stuffs.” Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.”

“You need to chill, Ayesha. It’s fine now. The gifts and notes stopped weeks ago, which means they probably didn’t mean any real harm in the first place.” She let out a long, dramatic sigh and shook her head like I was some naive little kid. “That’s not how it works, Willow. Stalkers don’t just… stop because you added a better lock. This person, he or she is clearly obsessed with you. Don’t you see how dangerous that is? You watch the same true-crime documentaries I do. This is how it always starts.”

A series of questions fell out of his mouth. I stepped in his direction and started putting the pictures and notes on the table to show him. Moving away from me, he pumped into Thomas, who, in turn, just waved “ Hi” with a big smile. With nowhere to go, Jensen puffs his chest and asks, “What if I were? What can you do?” Sitting him back on the chair, Thomas laid a hand over his shoulder, “ Stalking is illegal, I'm not mistaken.” “It definitely is,” I agreed with him.