Stories Stalker Novels & Stories

I slammed my hand over the steering wheel. Stalker hasn't deviated from his aim. He's waiting for something. I couldn't decipher yet. I will find out soon. He wants me dead. Let him dream.

"About you, I actually don't know how I will re-arrange the flow though I have a better resolution about it." I looked at them. They were both thinking. I saw Sandstorm smile while Avalanche is still serious. "Your story is a bit complicated in a way it makes me felt uninterested." Sandstorm said. "But, I'll help you to re-arrange your plot." I felt disappointed on what Sandstorm says. "Okay, what I have here is actually this stalker of yours is willing to kill all of the girls who will be close to you, willing to terrorized a town just to eliminate those girls, willing to kidnapped you just to make you be exclusively by that stalker alone."

is anyone else at home? - Oh, grandfather is in the keller and grandma is in the kitchen. - The boy did not know, but this was just a lie. Bia did not lie because she knew the boy wanted something. She just did. It was something she always did, she loved to make up stories about herself and make others believe it. Some moments ago when she was starting the port she had planned what she thought to be an excellent story. When she saw the boy, she already knew he would be her next victim. Nobody taught her to do it, nobody even lied to her before. But it was something in the families blood. She did lie quite well because the boy never doubted for a second that there was no gramps on board.

A stalker, age-gap dark romance Harley Savage- She's a small-town girl, who just turned twenty-two, with a head full of ambiguous dreams that reach as high as the stars. However, one incident in her life changes everything, including the once positive outlook she had on things. After her world gets turned upside down by the murder of her brother and her boyfriend, she begins to spiral and eventually loses the sparkle that used to brighten her glimmering blue eyes. She distances herself from her family and friends and finds comfort in the dark, sinister street life.

I had forgotten to dispose of my phone and they had tracked it here. “Fuck." The sound of footsteps grew louder as light danced toward the hiding spot. I closed my eyes counting the steps as I adjusted my hold on the rods. When it finally drew close, I swept out from behind the counter in a swift motion and impaled one of the rods into the thigh. A loud scream ripped through the night, the flashlight clattering to the ground. “He's here!" the man shouted as he grabbed his gun and started firing into the dark. “He's–Eurgh!”

"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.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Obsession is the most dangerous muse. Tonight’s confession is about a brilliant but deeply disturbed artist who found his perfect living canvas online. What started as distant admiration became kidnapping, captivity, and the most intimate, twisted form of artistic possession. This one is dark, psychological, and intensely erotic. Here is the confession of “Stalker’s Muse.” --- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse**

That strange man replied. "What do you want?" Mustafa asked. "I want your sister Laiba. Can you give her to me? I'll tell you everything about the man you are looking for." The strange man said and Mustafa stood up. He grabbed him by his collar and threw him out of the cafe.

but the lingering feeling that Bianca was far more hurt than she was giving out, remained with him. But now, today, out of the blue, she had felt a deep longing to be held and loved. * And unexpectedly, it was Bianca who finally told them, confessing about her Stalker. Sitting on the bed, with St Just cuddling her, Bianca said, her voice a low whisper, “It was Him. It was the same man, Saint. the one who has been stalking me. At the park.” The Masters exchanged baffled looks. They had been kept in the dark about Bianca’s stalker because Bianca had not wanted to worry them.

He only grunted not saying a word to me, "Is it true your kind is evil and vile? I don't think you guys are all that bad and I thought you were extinct till I had a vamp stalker." "Stalker?" He halted and turned towards me. His hand relaxed around the stress ball and his face was in a frown. He seemed to be interested in the fact that I had someone following me, "Wh-" His words were cut short by heightened aggressive voices and gunshots ringing through the air, disrupting the eerie silence of the night. I smelt everything at once, a strange smell that was described as the one hunters had, blood and silver. "Hunters." He growled sniffing the air just like I did and I knew they could smell me.