Stalking Stories Novels & Stories

“You’ve been under a lot of stress. I’m just saying… maybe you’re mixing things up in your head.” I stared at this stranger who wore my best friend’s face. She sighed and gave me a faint smile. “Let’s just hang out this weekend, okay? We’ll talk then. But right now, I’m busy, Shan. And… you really shouldn’t be here.” Something in her tone made my skin crawl. She wasn’t just asking me to leave. She was warning me. But I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kenai is out of prison,” I blurted, in a trembling voice. “He’s pulling strings to make George go to jail. He’s been my stalker all along. I wasn’t crazy, Val!”

She shouldn’t call herself Mel’s friend if she didn’t do something. —If that wasn’t enough, I came home to try to chill with a relaxing movie, but what do I get? A stalker movie! Seriously, the plot was about this guy who broke up with this crazy woman that’s more than just a little obsessed with him. He moved completely across the country to get away from her. He starts a new life with a new girl and all is good, right? Wrong, Crazy ex has followed him and now she’s stalking him.

Don't get it wrong. Sometimes stereotypes were spot on correct and sometimes they weren't. This was again, another case in Brianna Samuels. She wasn't one of those bitches that everyone knew about because of stereotypes, that lived for gossip and brought people down just so they felt better about themselves. Okay, well Brianna did live for gossip, but mostly the harmless type of gossip and she definitely did not live to step on people. The type of gossip she lived for would basically be classified as petty theft in contrast to murder. Basically who dated who and who's hot and whatnot.

"Are you free later, Black?" "Why?" "I feel bad that my friend pushed you back then, so I wanted to apologize. Maybe I can treat you to a cup of coffee or something? I know it isn't much, but I really wanna make it up to you." "You don't really have to. It's not like she actually hurt me." "But still..." I have a bad feeling that if I keep rejecting her, she'll wait for me outside of my classroom everyday again. That was really annoying. Still, accepting her offer doesn't feel right either, but I guess it's better than her stalking me and causing some kind of misunderstanding.

- The stalker - Today was the awaited day for her. The date that she asked, just few minutes and she’ll see his face once again. Jill walked in the endless seemingly road. Early in the morning where the sun hasn't fully risen. The two agree to meet at the center of the town at exactly 8 am. She was prepared and everything she needed was in her pouch. Hills and wide array of farm land can be seen. Carabaos and their owners, farmers pulling out weeds and wives delivered food to their hard-working husband. A scenery of the slice of life of the farmers. Flipping pages as she walks vividly, however every sight felt redundant. From afar there was a silhouette of a person, creeping from tree to tre

"One, I will find out that this super fan of mine is a girl and she's the girl I fell in love with long time ago, second, she'll remain my super fan but will stop stalking me because she got tired of me, third, she'll start to hate me and start to bash me while me realized that I fell in love with her, fourth, I'll stop writing stories and isolate myself then found comfort in her in person not in social media and lastly, fifth, I'll find out who my stalker is and found out the she's the one I stalk in person. What do you think?" I smirked. "Thank you, I've take note all of it." "I also have suggestion on mine." said Sandstorm. I nod. "First, the stalker I have will be my best friend, second,

We’re together, yet not married, but he’s also going out to lunch with a woman his entire family wants him to marry. There’s a thin line somewhere that I can’t see anymore. So, I step forward and point at the box containing my lost, stolen, bra. “I’ve been receiving strange gifts, each one worse than the last, for the past few weeks,” I tell them, holding my hand out to Ethan. Silently, he sets his unlocked phone in my hand, the images already on screen. “I believe I have a stalker, and I want you to open an investigation to catch and stop them.”

I smiled as we both seamlessly join Benjamin as he comically retold a story about his last trip abroad. Hours later after dinner, Benji, Jacqueline, and Gemma had gone back. We decided to have a nice warm bath then make ourselves comfortable, lying in bed and cuddle, lazily. There were no sexual advances, we were trying to get back to getting to know each other and take everything slowly. It was almost midnight when Brice was telling me about the incident with his fiancée. "So, it's still an open case? they haven't caught the stalker?" snuggling closer to his side I finally get in his head, I would be paranoid also if I was him.

Adrianna replied. Alissa jumped on to the first excuse that came across her mind, "You were right, I do miss Brandon a lot." "I knew it!" they squealed. "Why don't you call him?" "He is busy guys, with sports and all." "True. Maybe we could plan a triple date," said Lexie. Alissa wanted to faint when she heard that, how much more of Aron could she face. Should she just come clean to her friends and tell them everything but that would only make her stalker. Her mind buzzed with questions.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.