The Lady Is A Stalker Novels & Stories

She was close enough to touch her, close enough to leave her scent, and patient enough to wait for the perfect moment to strike. Elara looked up into the mirror, meeting Tyler’s dark, furious gaze in the reflection. The whiteness of the lilies was no longer a memory of love; it was the mark of an inescapable, lethal stalker who had turned Manhattan into her personal hunting ground.

“So, is that it? You realized he’s not the guy you thought?” I hesitate, trying to put it into words. “It’s more complicated. Things were great... until I got a stalker,” I admit, and almost immediately someone squeals from across the room. “Oh my God! Like a real stalker? Is he hot?” A bubbly woman plops down in a chair, her eyes wide with excitement. “That’s Lilly,” Sasha explains with a laugh. “She loves her romance novels. Not all stalkers are dreamboat types, Lilly!” she teases.

“Is… is that all?” I turn the gun back to her. “No.” My smile sharpens. “This is just the beginning.” [Few Hours Later] Night. My body aches as I unlock the door with the keycard Alex dropped for me that morning. My mind replaying every information I had gotten out of Lily. Which one of them is it? Which of my staff could be the stalker? I push the door open and the lights flicker on as I step in. I step inside, closing the door behind me when I...

“I said who the hell are you and why the fuck are you stalking my family?” By now I was in her face within kissing distance, my mother still had her gun aimed, security surrounded us, and Isa and Zion were now approaching. Feeling encouraged because we had the stalker pretty much surrounded I pressed my breast against the woman and pinned her to the truck and demanded answers. She laughed at me, “And you must be Edily, the lifeline.” Confused and annoyed I grabbed the woman’s neck and asked her again, “And who the fuck are you?” I gripped her neck harder with each word until she began to turn red in the face. She struggled to speak,

“The lady that stays in the mansion with you guys?” “Yeah… her” “Not much. She was hardly ever around when I first got here. But I've heard the rumours. She's dating the Alpha” “Yeah… found that one out on my first day here. But what's she like. I never told anyone this, but back in Oakville I had a stalker. Then after I came here I realised it was Leah. She used to show up at my window at night and she even got into my room a couple of times. I didn't want to say anything to worry anyone. I didn't understand what her motive was but I guess I understand better now”

I clicked it. And groaned out loud. Nude!! Not this again! Tits, hips, lips. Explicit as hell. The same damn woman from the gala in silver heels who’s been trailing me like a ghost with no shame. A female stalker. “Christ,” I muttered, tossing the phone on the table. “She’s stalking me.” Logan glanced down at the screen, and burst into laughter. “Holy shit,” he said. “That’s Marcella.” “Who the fuck is Marcella?”

I collapsed onto the bed and sighed heavily, “I know.” “No, Iliana. That’s like...premium dark romance material,” she yelped, “Are you hearing yourself? Your stalker is tall, hot, dangerous, and…” she lifted the box in the air “...feral for you? That’s like the whole package a girl can ever dream for.” I stared at her in bafflement, “Are you even listening to yourself, Thea? He is a really dangerous man. He fucking tortured a living being.”

"Hello, Brice. Nice to see that you're conscious." "Why am I here? what does your boss want with me?" I asked a bit too annoyed, I was feeling helpless. The key was right there, if only I can move my body, I can get out of this place right now. "My boss? gosh, Brice, there's only me." She said as her creepy smile appeared on her face. Then suddenly it dawned on me, that she's the fucking stalker. My body went cold instantly, and I tried my best to remember her face but I couldn't seem to do that simple task either.

He lighted a cigarette for him as he spread his legs. “Sir, the team has worked very hard to catch him. This is the same stalker who tried to kill madam.” Assistant Nolan added. The stalker swallowed saliva looking at Yohan Dixon’s charming face. “Sir… Please forgive me. I didn’t know she is your wife. I was asked to scare her. If I would have known about her identity, I would have…never dared to…” Yohan Dixon stood up from the couch throwing smoke rings out of his lips. His right palm was inside his pocket. The stalker looked at his strong back while trembling.

He had no idea who she was. Wait, was she a stalker? Only a potential stalker knew their target so well. Luca's brows knitted upon the realisation that she might be one of his die-hard stalkers. "Have you been stalking me?" He asked curiously. "I have not and even if I did, that's because I am going to be your future wife," the woman explained, looking as proud as a peacock.