Stalking Stories Novels & Stories

I couldn’t count how many times I’ve finger fucked myself for tonight, but never did I cum. No matter how hard I try to visualize and rewarch Noel’s cock, I couldn’t get myself to cum. Sure, I was pleased. I was lustful. But I felt like I needed something else to cum… a cock. It was eleven when I decided to peek in my stepfather’s room. It was beside mine so it was easy for me to do it. I was hoping mother had left for some emergency purpose, but to no avail, the door was locked. Shaking my head in disappointment, I decided to walk down the stairs and search for some ice cream. The lights were dimmed because everyone must be sleeping at this time.

“I would remember shoveling the driveway in freezing cold. Or lifting the airfryer—it’s heavy. Something’s wrong. Something’s really wrong.” “I said, let’s take it easy,” Sam says, low and measured. He grabs my hand and leads me into the library, steadying me. “Step by step. We write it down. Finish our homework. Baby steps.” “When did this stalking start?” Tessa asks as we settle at a corner table in the back, the library unusually quiet. Dust motes float in the sunlight slanting through tall windows. Sam slams his criminology textbook onto the table and flips open his laptop. “Let’s map it out. Timeline.”

She's been dead for a whole ten years now, her dad now leading the gang in her place. Her stalker was catching up with her. Stacey rode faster. She really hoped it wasn't one of Marco's men. They've been after her family for five years now. Trying to eliminate them so they could rule the town in their stead. This particular clash had killed her favorite cousin Gino. Marco and his men were dangerous one thing she knew for sure, but they weren't half as dangerous as her dad. And whoever was following her if it be one of Marco's men was treading on very dangerous territory. Stacey found a hidden corner and parked her bike. If there's one thing her dad taught her it was to approach your target h

Anna stared up at all of them thinking of how to bring up all she has encountered this past one week. "I have something to tell you guys" she announced and all heads snaps up at her. "Don't tell me Drake did it with you without protection?" Nicole whisper-yelled and Anna's eyes widens. "Nicole don't be so silly!" Drake growled. "Babe, I'm not sure that's what Anna wants to say, she looks serious" Brad whispered beside her. "Oh, sorry. Shoot then" she replied and took a sip of her coffee. Anna heave a sigh and licked her lips. "Guys, I think someone is stalking me".

"No, I'm glad I came. Because Lauren needs to hear this. She needs to understand what happens when you don't take stalking seriously. When you convince yourself it's not that bad, that you're overreacting, that you can handle it on your own. I didn't even realize what it was. But you do. We all can see what's happening here, and it needs to be dealt with." She turned to Lauren, meeting those whiskey-colored eyes directly. "It gets worse. It always gets worse. Stalkers escalate. If things are not going the way they want, they do the next thing they believe will make it happen. They don't just stop because you ignore them or ask nicely. They keep pushing until something breaks. Either you brea

The sight of her covered in blood, unable to heal, made his stomach churn. They hurt her, they made her this way. Wasn't it enough? Losing a child, getting stalked—hadn't she endured enough suffering? The stalking , making her look over her shoulder every second. Whoever was stalking her was probably good at his or her job or wasn't human or a moon creature. They had evaded his detection so far, leaving little to no trace. It was a matter for another day. He clenched his fists, rage battling within him. He couldn't waste any more time. He had to find her.

“Looks familiar?” I shook my head. Then Evan spun his laptop toward us, screen glowing with school records, smudged yearbook photos, and old headlines stacked like a trail of ghosts. “In every high school Celeste’s attended,” he said, “she’s had a stalker. Same script: gifts, dead animals, creepy notes, mysterious shadows. Every time. Different towns, different states. But the patterns? Identical.” Hayden frowned. “Coincidence?”

“Stalking someone, especially a woman, at night, is a serious crime! Was it like some sort of pervert or what? I hope he did not get close to you at all..” I looked at her directly. “I know who was stalking me. And I know why. The cops can’t really do much to help me, they’ll only make things worse. It was a thug following me, because I owe his gang leader money.” I shuddered as I spoke, relieving the memories of that day, when I was forced to promise to get then their money. “They will take me away, if I don’t give them their money in a week. That’s why they are stalking me to make sure I can’t escape.”

“Is this true Galen? You’ve stalked other women before me?” “Stalking is a nasty word. I’m a connoisseur of fine ladies. I enjoy observing them from afar. Living together under one roof is so exciting that I can’t resist getting closer to them. You’re so pretty and you flaunt everything right there in front of me. I can’t help it. But I want to see more. I want to touch and feel you.”

Good thing the people passing seemed too busy to bother about our little argument. “I was.” I said truthfully, and her mouth fell open, shocked at maybe the revelation that she’d been stalked or perhaps at how easily I’d admitted the truth. “Do you know that stalking is a crime punishable by law?” “Yes, I know that, but so is stealing.” She let out a frustrated sigh and walked away. I followed after her. “What the hell are you doing?” she questioned, walking faster and pulling her hood down. “I actually came to find you.”