Tale Of 2 Stans Novels & Stories

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

Tales is now holding a dagger while pointing it on his neck. "You lose."

Playing games, using their meat to bet on it as whosoever wins, takes the meat. Now Rosela herself, has missed this so much as she loved and cared for Anuella and Kwensa so much, until her step-father, Amunsa started molesting her. She tries fighting back with her own womanly strength yet, she didn't win him. She reported to her mom and got hated, from everyone because of it.

At first, I thought she was timid and would probably get her petite self eaten in that classroom full of hungry sharks, but she proved herself and she proved me wrong. "Before I begin, I'd like to ask a question. Debby, when you hear the tale of Dordin, what do you think of?" Oh, no! She didn't. "Um, Tyler Durden?" The class burst into laughter. "What's that?" Mrs. Grassroots asked, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "It's not a what, it's a who." I corrected, not having any of their ignorance. "Boooooooo," "You maggots seriously haven't seen the narrator movie or Pursuit of Happiness, even Fight Club 3?" I asked, surprised at their lack of ‘knowledge’.

He urgently ripped the hem of his shirt and tied his hands with the cloth. Stanley glance at the door as he was yet again left alone in the cold, desolate room. If he took a stride, he can leave and escape but Stanley was not dumb so he won’t attempt such a thing. That guy would finally send him to hell if that happens after all. Who knows what his life’s end will be. Stanley looked at the floating screen again and plainly said. “Show me my profile.” He then look at his stats and some information about his abilities. ‘That man’ did say that they would picked up abilities and some sort so he wasn’t that surprised.

She let out a laugh and I glared at her before walking up the stairs to my room, I changed my clothes into pajamas even though it's just 4 in the afternoon. I'm so tired that I already lie in bed. Thinking about Kayla and baking made me remember Cassiopeia and her banana bread. If only life in real world is as easy as in the story world... I know I must finish half of my story now so that I can prepare for tomorrow for the showcase which is the next day after. I wasn't nervous about the audience but with their reactions on my story. I just hope they'll like it; I'm planning to invite Allison and Xander as I already informed Jake and told me he would come.

the prince trailed expressively on his words as he poured himself a drink. The prince surely is a work of art that every woman would love to get their hands on despite his cold self. But this is Princess Thalyn, a recluse, she might fall for the prince at first glance and she’d only be used once then discarded. If it’s the other way around, she’d be in dire straits either, the prince is no gentleman. His two friends felt uneasy with his words but asked no more of it.

Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire. "Getting to all the other realms is relatively difficult except for one," Lucian then picked up two of the stones and put them side by side. "Except for the water realm and earth. Llewellyn and I were travelling the seas about two hundred years ago when a storm started to brew."

Then Isabella happened again, even after he paid her off the last time she called. It started with a notification on my phone while I was in the studio Kale made for me, paint still wet on my fingers. A gossip site headline: TECH TITAN VOSS’S SECRET SEX SLAVE. Below it, grainy photos of me leaving the tower two days earlier, black town car waiting at the curb, the edge of my leather collar just visible above the coat Kale had bought me. Someone had zoomed in, circled it in red, added arrows and screaming captions.

She led me to the car while I was hollow and unmoored. I hadn't managed a word before Andrew laid into me. "What stunt are you pulling? Did you come to my office in a hospital gown just to embarrass me? Reporters snapped photos and ran it as an entertainment piece!" He swept me from head to toe with a look of disgust and snapped, "You know I can't recognize you because of my prosopagnosia, and you still turned up looking like this?" I could only stare at him. The things I meant to say caught in my throat.