Stalking Stories Novels & Stories

“All of which I could forgive if you didn’t set me up with an anorexic Mexican who believes he is a fictional character; ruining one of my favorite romance novels with the experience! Now you won’t have to worry about the big city swallowing my midget body whole, since the proper schizophrenic you gave my personal information is stalking me!” I stamp my foot with a sharp intake of breath. “He’s a stalker, Nicky! You know how I feel about stalkers! They are up there with being late, daisies and Hitler! ” I heave in a shaky breath, battling down the panic.

“They don’t water their drinks here. Have you ordered dinner? Let’s get some food.” Over dinner I told her about my internet stalkers and what Ethan had done to them. She laughed so hard gin and tonic came out of her nose. That had to have hurt, but it was good to see her smile again. The smile quickly dropped off her face when I told her about the new batch of stalkers and their not-quite buzz cuts. “Those sound like serious types,” she said. “Be careful.” “I thought that was all over!” I set my empty glass down on the table a bit too hard. “I’m not doing anything! Why are people following me?”

She leaned in, wrapping her arms around him in a gentle hug, trying to comfort him, trying to believe him. Just then, her phone buzzed again. Another message. From the same unknown number. “It’s a lie.” Her breath hitched. She felt her heart sink into her stomach. Stacey froze, staring at the screen. She didn’t know what to believe anymore, Adrian’s calm, perfectly crafted explanation… or the chilling messages from someone who clearly knew something. One thing was certain: She needed to find out who was stalking her.

I furiously said. “Why would I tell you? I’m not slow. Whatever I say will be against me. So, letting you figure it out makes things more interesting— don’t you think.” Brad began to laugh. Every time we moved closer, Brad gently squeezed the trigger. We are dead if we try anything. I glanced at my coworker, who was on the ground bleeding from the back. Fuck. “Why stalked women?? Why those people specifically?” I asked. “Stalking is such a strong word; I prefer INTENSE RESEARCH OF AN INDIVIDUAL,” Brad stated as he pulled the trigger. I fell onto my knees— I began to black out.

But the feeling gnawing at my stomach didn’t agree, and I heard myself say, “Actually…I think I might have a stalker.” His eyes sharpened as he leaned forward slightly, clearly interested. “A stalker? Can you tell me anything specific?” I swallowed, trying to arrange my thoughts. “I didn’t have much, just an unknown number texting me cryptic messages. Some days ago, I received an anonymous package of a novel. Today, they sent a picture of a concert ticket with a code and a message saying, ‘I know who you are beneath it all—don’t hide from me.’ I didn’t know what they meant, and it could just be nothing, but…”

I swallowed hard, staring at the fire as if it could distract me. “You okay?” he whispered, close to my ear. I nearly jumped. “Yeah. Just listening.” His eyes lingered on me for a second, like he was trying to read my thoughts, then he turned back to the flames. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. When the stories ended, most kids started heading back to their cabins. Daniel and I didn’t move right away. We stayed a little longer, watching the embers crackle and pop.

"Ms. Shaw, are none of your family seeing you off?" The staff member who came to pick me up glanced curiously at the villa behind me. The scoop about the legitimate and imposter daughters had become the talk of the town, and the man seemed to recognize me. He assumed the online rumors were exaggerated, but he now realized I had fallen so low. "No." Without saying anything else, I loaded my suitcase into the boot and climbed into the car. The sky erupted with breathtaking fireworks, their brilliant colors blending with drone displays. It was a mesmerizing sight, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

“You’ve been using this body for too long,his soul’s thread is dissolving.” I tilted my head. “It doesn’t matter. I only need him alive long enough for the story to end my way.” Her gaze flicked up at me,half amusement, half admiration. “Ever the strategist. One might almost mistake you for the villain of your own legend.” I smiled faintly, stepping closer to the slab. “Villains don’t crave what’s pure,” I said. “They destroy it. I intend to keep mine.” Kaela’s grin widened. “Ah, obsession,the language of kings and monsters.”

The creatures below were still reaching, still making sounds like grinding metal mixed with human screaming. "What were those?" I managed. "Stalkers," Amon said between gasps. "Class C. They hunt in packs and use the subway cars as lairs." He looked at his ankle where the thing had grabbed him. The fabric of his pants was torn, and beneath, I could see deep scratches that oozed dark blood. "Damn it." "How bad?" I pulled out my med kit. "Not deep. But their claws carry infection." He grimaced as I cleaned the wound. "I'll be fine for now, but we need to move fast. If it gets worse..."

She turned to Anne who was just watching them in amusement, she could already tell both of them would be great company. "There is every fucking reason for me to be mad! What if he's my stalker?" "Calm down sister." Daniella said. "Wait! Wait! What?! You have a stalker?" "Yea, she does." Daniella answered with glee, "An Anonymous one, also rich, like he got the bag." She winked at Anne and they both giggled. "You two, this is not funny." Korina huffed joining them on the sofa. "Please fill me in on everything, tell me all about it." Anne said excitedly, "The should be damn exciting."