Yandere Stalker Novels & Stories

Elara'S POV Xavier stroked his thumb across his bottom lip. “Do you think this stalker is one of the hunters?” “I don’t know. Why warn me that the hunters are coming if he’s a hunter himself?” I asked. “You’re right, that makes no sense.” Xavier swept a hand over his dreads. “But your stalker has inside information on those who want you dead.” Lysander said, “A third-party spy or assassin that’s gone soft on Elara?”

I asked my beta. “gamma Kai said one of the warriors found a lone wolf at the border wanting to enter the Pack but they didn’t let it, it was like she was going feral attacking everyone and when she finally shifted, they found out that it was Stacy, she is lying naked at the border and no one could get closer to her because she wasn’t letting anyone come close to her,”

Chapter 3|Stalker AYISHA'S POV His voice sounded familiar. "Shit!" I correctly predicted. He is... "Kiann!" Oh my God! Why did my cheeks flush when I realized he had saved me? Is he interested in me? "Hey, Lady! I'm not Kian. Let me introduce myself. I'm Xander Ford, a friend of Kian Thayre Ice. If you think I like you...bury this in your cunt! I don't like you and thank you for letting me through here!"

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.”

With the force of a volcano, he yelled “That bitch Stasia made a Kobayashi Maru. Meant to fail, so you understand failure happens in life. Fucking bullshit! What game is she playing? The lose of a Luna is devastating to a pack.” “I am the bitch. Everyone, please settle down,” Stasia turns out to be the human at Canon funeral. The fucking chick with ass. She stood a 5 ft something, all in black. I had no idea they made jump boots that small. Black cargo paints, black t-shirt, never looked so fucking sexy. A glock strapped to her side, knifes everywhere. Brown hair braided and put in buns. Blue piercing eyes. Fuck me please, I think I am in love. At least for the night. “Stop drooling Mark.

She cursed the tears that had made her miss her way so… cursed the entire town and the day she ever set foot in it. Natalie had always thought Clarksville was bad— and to be honest, it was, but at least she could deal with the things that happened to her over there, Being bullied and being the town outcast seemed to be nothing when placed in comparison to having a stalker watch your every mood while claiming you as his! Oh Natalie, but what makes you think it’s a man? Her subconscious mocked darkly, drawing a shiver out of the young, scantily-clad woman. She didn’t even have time to contemplate if her shivering had to do with her thoughts or with the chilly nature of her surroundings, for sh

I turned my face away, embarrassed because of my asshole man. “Mind your own fucking business or I might tell Lidiya about your intensions for good this time”, Xander said as he stood in front of me. Lidiya? “Why are you so cold? I know I am handsome and better with ladies but I would never steal your lady”, the man said and patted Xander’s shoulder before approaching me with a warm hand. I took it and he leaned to kiss mine, my eyes widened. Is he sure he can do this in front of his demon friend?

"Waaaaaaaaaahhhh! Mother, father, Big broooo! Where are you? I'm afraid, I'm afraid, please, don't leave me..." Yman although having no strength to stand, crawled hastily towards the killer. The killer stopped in front of the cabinet, where the crying voice of Yana came from. He lifted his hand that was holding the sword. But before he could slash it, Yman dove on his feet and bit it. The killer had a mocking face. And kicked him towards the cabinet. Yman bumped on the cabinet and almost lost consciousness. "You're a tenacious little soul...hehehehehe!"

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

These past few days, she is dealing with a lot of pain even before Ylva tortured her. The prisoner is lying down. She looks weak, which is not the state she was in when they attacked the front gate. She is our first human prisoner. Every prisoner held inside this cell are werewolves who are from another pack or some thieves in our pack. I feel sorry for throwing the rock on the back of her head, but I have to protect my people, especially when I saw her eyes beaming with anger, hatred, and revenge. The way she talks back to Alarick amuses me. She is not afraid of what will happen to her, a true hunter indeed.