Stalking Stories Novels & Stories

"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.”

Lila’s obsession with her new professor, Farid Reign took her to dangerous lengths. What began as an innocent crush spiraled into relentless stalking, and an insatiable desire to be dominated by him. But when Farid finally confronted Lila, he mistook her for a paid stalker. Torn between fear and lust, Lila seduced her way into Professor Reign’s bed. #stalking #crush #professorxstudent #kink #forbiddenromance #intense #dangerousdesires #darkromance #college #singlefather

He moaned, and then more chugging sounds accompanied it. “First,” he continued, "I lied to him. I didn't tell him the truth when we got together and secretly took his pictures while waiting for an opportunity to make him mine. You can say I stalked him back then, and even put trackers on him. Can you believe I put cameras in his office and home so I could monitor him?” I gulped. Why was he telling Mary that? Was he even aware he was saying these words? He was likely under the influence of alcohol.

“Do you know Stacy Conway’s story?” Now my stomach did back flips. “Yeah, I do.” Stacy was a model. Her stalker served two years in prison. A week after his release, he killed her. No… that wasn’t exactly correct. He slaughtered her. “She was mine.” That brought me out of my horrible thoughts. “Yours?”

I say as I place him back on the ground and hold both his and Cindy’s hands as we walk to the parking lot. A few months ago, I had a stalking incident—an ex... well, even that term is too generous. He was simply one of the many who found their pleasure in pegging and hated that it made them feel 'gay'. Since they couldn't find any other women interested in the same, I became ‘it’ for them. Seeing me with Reimund upset them to the degree that they started vandalising the store and finally sending me pictures of myself, and then there was the cum covered groceries delivered to my doorstep.