Yandere Stalker Novels & Stories

“What’s going on?” “Her stalker is in her house. Curt Fowler. He’s a friend of a Wyatt Pierce, her ex-boyfriend, and some lycan supremacist dick.” “Wait, not the artist?” My stomach flipped with my irritation. “Yes, the fucking artist. Are you dispatching or what?!”

She looked around, his squad was standing there, but other students also stopped by to watch. “Look, the drifters,” the boy who stole her bag was standing with crowd. The blond girl who bullied her was there too. “That’s the show, Xavier will eat her up alive,” said the blond girl. “What on the earth is happening?” a girl who had fawn hair walked through the crowd. She looked familiar, somehow. “Listen, I, I have not stolen your bag,” she said terrified. Xavier has looked at her with bit of the surprise. He has met a lot of girls, he banged with many girls, he knows woman kind better than anyone, but this woman, she seemed different, she was terrified of him.

Third Person's POV While you're not aunt, Daniela is still figuring out their captivity inside the Bloodstone. The werewolves, vampires, and other supernatural creatures are standing outside the packhouse of the Shadow Stalkers Pack. Everybody is looking up at the sky. They keep looking at the beautiful creature in the fabulous dress that seems to be made out of stars. Every one of those creatures has forgotten about Iona and her daughter. Darius and his vampires fall to their knees when she lands. They see it's not a star that she came down on. It's just a bright light that immediately disappears when she lands.

The stalker, the one who had haunted her nightmares and pursued her relentlessly, was none other than Tony. The revelation paralyzed her with terror, the weight of the situation sinking in. Trapped in the clutches of a delusional stalker, Bella's mind raced with the grim understanding that her ordeal had taken an even darker turn. The air hung heavy with a chilling sense of dread, as the relentless nightmare seemed to unfold with no respite in sight.

He orders. My breathing hitches. “Give me a minute” I say as I place the phone on loudspeaker and scoot of the bed. Before I do anything I call Zola and Stella out into the passage and lock them out of the room. They aren’t too pleased but there’s no way I’m getting all horny with my hubby in front of them. “Did you just kick my girls out of the room?” I hear Xander laugh as I begin to unbutton my jeans. “They are your girls now are they?”

EZRA'S POV Stalker. That's what I was. A fucking stalker. Fuck me. I had to see her ahead of the meeting though. Away from prying eyes. I needed to be able to see if the mate bond still possessed a pull. I hoped to the godess that it didn't. I have too much shit going on right now to deal with this.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

Knocked back abruptly and crashing into Alex’s fusion barrier, she spilled a great amount of blood on it. Boom! Boom! Alex’s heart trembled vigorously. Seeing Zendaya at the last gasp before his eyes, Alex was so heartbroken that he could not breathe. Meanwhile, the face of the white-clothed woman in his mind finally became clear. “Yukina! Daya Stoermer! Yukina is Daya Stoermer! “I finally remembered it. I finally remembered it. It turns out that the three lifetimes you’ve been talking about before started from here.

“There must be something we can do. We need to sit down and make Jane aware of what is going on. Rhonda has gone to another level by getting your phone number and sending you all these messages. This is bordering on stalker. It is never good to have a stalker. They are unpredictable and can be very dangerous.” His moist lips hover over my bare shoulder, while his warm breath cascades along my sensitive skin. Goosebumps explode across my body. In a deep, husky voice, he says, “Turn my phone off. I’m not done savoring you. I need another round, and I’m not letting that crazy witch ruin tonight for me.” His plumps lips clamp onto my shoulder, ravaging it, while his thumb rubs over my h

“I'm sorry. I'll tell you. It was her order. She asked us to bring the girl back alive by any means necessary.” She? Who is this she and what does she want with me? As if reading my thoughts, Xander removed his blood coated finger from the assassin's chest and then asked. “Oh? A she? And who might that be?” “It's mistress Yara.” I watched as Xander's whole face changed.