The Lady Is A Stalker Novels & Stories

She stopped beside the lady I was talking to and asked her what the matter was. "Can you just imagine this guy here calling me a stalker?" She scoffed as she explained The other lady looked at me like I was some dickhead. "A stalker??" She also repeated I got so irritated and said "Do you both find it hard to grasp things once?? Why do you keep repeating the word like it's the first time you're hearing it?" I snapped at them "I think I've gotten enough of this" the girl I'm familiar with said She moved closer to me with menacing steps and stopped when she was an inch closer that we could feel each other's breath on our faces.

“I broke-in to Dr. Peters patient’s file, and Tennings’ file was not there. I doubted if Tennings is his real name. He went to visit the client’s house. A woman in her late twenties.” Lincoln cuts him off. “What’s her name? The woman?” Logan looks surprised. “Lucy Meyers. A high school teacher.” I run my fingers through my hair. This is unbelievable. I put two and two together. She’s the same woman that Tennings stole the phone from. “He’s here,” I finally tell them. “Tennings is her stalker. I should tell Abby.” “What should you tell me about, Sebastian?” Abby’s voice startles me, and standing’s at the door.

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?

My finger hovers over the temperature button. I remember yesterday. Someone following me. It can't be. “You have a stalker,” Delilah says flatly. I laugh, though it sounds hollow even to my own ears. “I’m like the most uninteresting person to stalk. There’s nothing to report. I work, I eat, and I sleep. That’s it.” “And you undress,” Sam sings. “And you shower,” Tessa adds. “And you’re alone half the time,” Sam continues. “Driving home alone. Living in that big house with just your sister.”

wait, is that not the lady that comes with Simon and Ryder? Who is she?. I sat still and acted like I didn't seer her, she kept walking closer to me I expect her to grab my neck from behind or pull a trigger through my skull but to my greatest surprise, she walks past me. Is she trying to play smart now?. I let her walk a little away from me, I bent down and brought my gun out. "Hey, baby girl don't tryna act smarter than your shadow, stop right there. Who are you and why are you stalking me?" I asked with my gun pointed at her.

Shooting her eyes open she sat up in a complete panic, not finding herself in Ethan's room or even if Ethan was there she would not freak out. The memories of her kidnap replayed in her mind as she thought that dangerous man kidnapped her again. But before she could freak out more a lady entered wearing a tight knee length dress, her hair fell all over her shoulders and she was way more than beautiful. She had calmed expressions on her face giving a professional look. Lady : " Good after noon mam." But Stella was too far to notice anything. She was just freaking out wanting to get back to Ethan and his arms where she feel safe and warm.

And most definitely, not on any flimsy women surrounding him. “As much as my memory can tell me, I remember you babbling about proper introduction, and yet all I seem to receive were un…uncomfortable stares coming from you, m-my lord.” Lady Francesca finally spoke, breaking the deadening silence between them; plus, the weird, intense stare of the earl on her being. Despite her attempt of displaying calmness and serenity, she couldn’t help but to stammer especially when his eyes were so focused on her as if piercing through her gown and into her soul. It was definitely something to be bothered with.

Alissa walked to her dorm room and she lay on her bed. Her heart calmed a bit and she couldn't believe that had just happened. She tried not to panic at all, but she was. So many questions swirled in her head. What did he mean when he said that he would not let her off easily next time? Why did she have to fall? Did he now know that she was the one who had stalked him? Alissa tossed and turned until she fell eventually fell asleep. Alissa's eyes slowly opened, and she found that there was a lot of light streaming in, which meant that she had slept past afternoon.

When she finally stopped and was about to get to a mall, she saw him again and said, "Oh my God, what is wrong with you? Why are you stalking me?" "Relax. Please don't shout," he replied. "I just want her number, I just want to call her." "No, I am not giving you her number. Never. And if you keep stalking me, I'm going to report you to the police." With these words, she walked away from him and got into the mall. He saw a young lady about to enter the mall and quickly made a deal with her, giving her some money. The lady bought a cup of coffee and went into the mall and accidentally spilled it on Linda.

I spun around, just in time, ready to confront my stalker, and that's when I saw Linda. “Linda?” The hair and evil glint in her eye like she could murder me. It was definitely her. She folded her arms on her nearly flat blossom and scowled looking dangerous. "You've been avoiding me, Dante," she said. Her voice was low as she stepped closer. “What the hell Linda? What are you doing here?” I must have sounded exasperated. I have had enough of this attitude of hers. “Have you been stalking me?” “I’m not stalking you. Jeez… you make me sound like a creep.”