Stories Stalker Novels & Stories

Nikolai turned around and rushed off to the ongoing party to find their car in an attempt to hide his completely red face from Hunter. Hunter, on the other hand, chuckled at Nikolai before bending down to pick the girl up in his arms. She was so light, despite the weight of her clothes bringing her down. Her face had turned white and her lips were blue. As Hunter climbed upwards from the ocean sand to get to the car that Nikolai had pulled out for him, he heard the sound of wolves from the opposite side of the ocean line. Their paws were getting nearer now. But unfortunately, they were already too late.

she said. "Yeah?" I smirked. "Let's leave together," she said and smiled. So we began our life together, living under the same roof. It wasn't perfect, and she wasn't any less crazy, but I loved her, and she loved me. There was never a dull moment with Bella Davis, my beautiful, deranged stalker girl. And I couldn't be any happier. The End. Author's Note: Thank you guys so much for reading! Please don't forget to check out my other stories in this plarform. Especially Jake and Jane's story: The Ugly One.

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

"I was the girl you met that night by the river. I am your mate!" He shakes his head. "Roxy already told me about that night. How she pulled me from the water, how we talked about our dreams." His voice hardens. "She has the necklace to prove it." "She stole it!" I cry. "Miles, look at me. Really look at me. Do you not remember?" The words pour out of me, frantic and raw. "You asked me about my dreams, and I told you I wanted to be a pack doctor, to help people feel hope when they are—"

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

Rejections are meant to weaken the other wolf, the bond being ripped out from the soul. The ground crumbles as Stacey’s grey wolf disappears from view. My head whips to Hunter as I swallow, knowing what lurks down below. I had asked for a few extra surprises in case these games were a little slow. I wanted to keep things interesting and, of all people to have fallen down there, it had to be her … fuck; she is going to kill me.

"Because I have been following Jennie for a while, and I see the messages you two have. You wished you hadn't dated Brandon so that you could get with her. What a shame, Evan; I thought you were a good boy, tsk tsk. Now, I'm going to let you go— BUT! I will be watching you closely like a hawk watches his prey. If you tell anybody in any shape or form, then you can say bye to your life and theirs. Do you understand?" The stalker grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. He said that this shouldn't hurt as I like this kink. Suddenly, everything went black again– what will I do?

I downed the last content of the bottle,at this stage,I was intoxicated and it was starting to feel like the ground beneath me was shaking, eventually losing consciousness. STALKER POV I could feel my legs cramping from staying in a particular position for a long time. I know I wasn't supposed to be here but my curiosity and eagerness to be by her side, comforting her,assuring her that even if the world is against her. I would never leave her. She is mine. My mind hasn't been at rest since I saw the lie that was spreading on social media about her work. I know a good artist when I see one, especially the one I have been following and stalking for a long time.

I need to get this guy and I need to disable him now before he can get to Tanya. I turn a corner and look at a bunch of clothes and mannequins all stacked together. The stalker’s scent is coming from there. “I know you’re there,” I say. “Come out now. I can smell you.” Nothing. Qadira growls in my head. ‘Be ready for anything. This man is dangerous,’ I say to her. I extend my claws, ready for him to attack. Slowly, I reach out then quickly push the clothes aside. Behind them is a pile of clothing, the pungent scent of the stalker assaults my nose. A moment too late, I realize it’s a trap.

It felt like he was reading an adventure story except that, here, he was not a reader, but one of the characters-the suffering protagonist probably. His stalker was the villain here. "You fucking undermined me, but I'm sure you have come to your senses now." The stalker said again, "If you make any more funny moves, I am going to catch you, and torture you severely. I have got all your life under watch, right here before me. All your life in a computer."