The Lady Is A Stalker Novels & Stories

“ Stalked ? ” “ Yes for like a few days now , and I got approached by a scary looking woman today ” “ Can you describe this woman?” “ She looked stressed , quite homeless I'll say , crazy eyes , red hair oddly enough young and pretty ” . Alicia could've sworn she heard him mutter a name under his breath . “ What ? ”. “ No nothing love, don't worry about it . I'll handle this but just so you know you're going to have to move in me ”

Her gaze sharpens on me, but I just shrug. “Fine by me, sweetheart. I’m just here to see if you’re keeping up with your end of the deal.” The hacker—who I assume is the stalker she mentioned—finally looks up from the laptop, his face half-hidden in shadows. His voice cuts in, sharp and suspicious. “What exactly does she have that you want? Because someone’s been digging into her life, and it’s not just for fun.”

she said as a dark cloud came over her eyes and she turned. “ Know your place ” She said and walked out. Shit she still has the video!!! I need to do something. Without knowing what happened, I found myself running after her . “ Lena please hold on ” I whimpered. “ Huh?!?!” she snarled. “ The video, please can you get rid of it??” I whispered. “ And why should I do that ??” she raised an eyebrow. “ It wasn't what you thought it was...” “ I know just what I saw Olivia Chris. Seems the Greyridge Pack is raising a perverted stalker as a Luna ” She hissed.

She smiled totally with the whole situation. The lady moved her hooked victim towards an armchair and dropped her. She had finally let go. "Ughh!" Dale drew in loud bulks of oxygen and kept on panting. "Shuu! Listen carefully." The brawl winner whispered a note of warning. She walked towards her computer and inputted some data and then went for the projector hanging above the bed Dale had woken from. "You see I observed you've faced so many things and as a matter of fact I've been stalking you lately. You see I.."

It's a rhetorical question, a loud thought, but Bones answers. “Boris was still trying to get to the root of it. To uncover who the stalker is…” My blood is simmering at every word my hand man says. It's shocking, almost incredible to think that all the while I've been with my girl, I never found out about this. What kind of a man does that make me? Bones continues his revelation. “Boris confirmed that the stalker always gives Laura Bluebell flowers anonymously, and this…” he pauses and pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket.

Before they could get to her, her stalker has disappeared. "Ma'am are you okay?" one of the men that walked up to her asked but she couldn't voice out, she was shivering in fear. She raised her finger and pointed to where her stalker had stood. "He was here" she answered her voice quivering. "Who?" a lady asked glancing around. "Someone dressed in black" Anna described with the hope they might have seen him. "I didn't see anyone while coming to you. Did any of you guys see anyone?" one of the male asked the other four passers-by that had come to rescue her.

"Oh that lady. She came here and told me she sender she was being followed. She requested for help and told me she needed to leave this neighborhood immediately. I agreed as I could see the terror and feat in her eyes. But why are you stalking her if I may ask? I don't think she needs men like you. She's a gentle woman who needs a meek man. Both of you had better scram before I call the police. She had escaped so you have to give up on following her." The clerk explained and looked at them in a disdainful manner. He humped loudly and turned to continue his job. Lorenzo turned to look at Batista and both of them didn't know if they should cry or laugh. Barista drew Lorenzo closer and they hea

Followed by the petite young woman wearing a black cap on his head and pink jacket with a bag of foods her hands. "A delivery for Cameron Del...Fuero" My brow arched up when she trailed off once her eyes focused on Liam na nasa upuan ko who just stupidly staring at the delivery woman with a smirk. I wonder kung ano namang kalokohan ang iniisip ng taong 'to, staring at the woman like some pervert maliciously eyeing his prey. Groaning, I shrugged those thoughts off and glanced at him. "Liam? Why don't you pay that now since ikaw naman talaga ang umorder nyan?"

Her status didn't allow her to apologise to anyone. Again, she caught herself and wondered, what status? Who was she really? It was a little over eleven and she was preparing to go to sleep when the door was slammed open. A frantic Twila rushed inside, saying, "Help. I think I have a stalker" "You think?" "I know. I swear someone is stalking me" "Is there a reason you led them here and not to the police station?" "I'm not joking Clarisse. What if it's a serial killer?"

" Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from around the corner—a towering Umbral Stalker, his black armor gleaming under the flickering torchlight. He stepped directly in their path, “Stop,” his voice rumbled, deep and commanding. Layla froze, her breath catching. Ava kept her head down behind Layla ,her fists clenched beneath the folds of the habit. The Stalker’s eyes narrowed, studying them with suspicion. “You there,” he said, pointing at Layla. “What are you doing?” Layla's pulse quickened, but she forced herself to remain calm. “We’re on an errand from the elder sister,” she replied softly, keeping her voice steady. “The trial tomorrow morning requires preparations.”