Yandere Stalker Novels & Stories

"I’m sorry? That sounds a bit dramatic, don't you think?" "Don't play dumb," Jovan interrupted. His voice was low, a dangerous rumble that made Chloe flinch. He didn't look away from her, his dark eyes boring into hers like twin barrels of a gun. "Do you know an Archer Schuyler?" Chloe tilted her head, the picture of practiced innocence. "Archer? The name sounds familiar. Oh, wait. Was that the stalker who caused the scene yesterday? Why would I know him, Jovan?" She shot me a look of pure, unadulterated vitriol.

--- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse** **Chapter 1** Liora Kane had no idea she was being watched. At twenty-four, she was one of the most sought-after online models — elegant, ethereal, with porcelain skin, long silver-blonde hair, and a body that looked like it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. Full, perky breasts, tiny waist, long legs, and an ass that made her subscribers lose their minds. She posed tastefully nude for artistic photography, never fully explicit, always maintaining an air of mysterious beauty.

Every kill was absolute. "Retrieve the beacon data!" Elena commanded, her voice amplified by the Null-link. One of the Stalkers, a girl no older than nineteen whose eyes were a fierce, permanent gold, dove for the silver spike. She ripped it from the ground, the violet light dying instantly as she crushed the internal processor between her fingers. The Final Handshake of the Flats The skirmish lasted less than three minutes. Of the thirty Liquidators, only one remained, the Lead Liquidator, his helmet cracked, his shoulder pinned to the obsidian by a jagged vine that had grown through his suit in seconds.

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

Arrogant bastards like him rarely do. Aiden nods. "Under normal circumstances, I'd stay and chat but I want to see Skylar more than anything. I hope you understand." He pats his shoulder before walking inside with me. I shoot Peter a glare but he doesn't even look my way. The moment I walk inside, the smell of blood makes my blood run cold. Aiden squeezes my hand and I know he's feeling the same way. "Leah!" Xander calls out. Soon a young woman younger than myself walks down the stairs. "Yes, Alpha?" She must be the pack doctor's apprentice as she smells of medicine and herbs. Her eyes are light brown as is her hair. She reminds me of a doe.

Everything about him turns me on, everything… Wait why is he with that hoe from the other day. “Hi Diego.” I said flashing him my sweetest smile ever, he looks perfect. What the fuck is she doing here anyway. He completely ignored, and walked into his room with that annoying stalker from the other day still with him. Who is that bitch?! Who does she think she is?! To take my Diego away from me! I am going to make her regret the day she was born! YARA’S POV I can’t see anything and that scares me a lot, I am bounded to a chair unable to use my hands or legs. I don’t know who this man is, I don’t know what he looks like, I can only hear his voice.

From the looks of them, I can tell this is no ordinary gathering. She sighs, rubbing her forehead like she’s had enough of this circus. “Erm, my serial killer,” she says, gesturing at me, then to the others. “This is my stalker and mafia friend.” I blink, then smirk. So, these are the others she’s playing with. Of course she’d attract a mafia boss and a hacker-stalker. Her need to dance on the edge of danger is even deeper than I’d thought. I like that about her—she’s got nerve. But bringing these two into the fold? That’s just asking for trouble.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

She added, as all of them yelled out in response to her. Tears streamed down Stacey’s face as a pain surged through her. “She’s nothing but a liar and a whore whose aim is to get her eyes on our alpha! All she wants is for our alpha to sleep with her and accept her as his mate which would never happen! If we chase her now, we’ll stop evil from corrupting our alpha’s mind.” Janiya said to them all, her voice high enough. “So it’s your choice. We all do this together.” She added.

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.”