Yandere Stalker Novels & Stories

They stood with military precision. The filthy rags sloughed off their shoulders, falling into the toxic sludge of the loading bay to reveal the sleek, matte-black armor beneath. High Council Stalkers. They had embedded themselves in the dying perimeter packs, waiting for the dome to crack, waiting for the anomaly to step out of the light. The lead Stalker stepped over a cowering, skeletal woman. He didn't draw a blade. He raised a heavy, silver-salt containment rifle, the barrel humming with a sickly purple charge.

“Do you ever feel like someone’s watching you?” Annie immediately looked alarmed. “That sounds serial-killer-ish.” “Forget it,” Lewis said tiredly. “No seriously, are you okay?” He almost answered honestly, but how exactly was he supposed to explain Derek Stygian to normal people? Yes, there’s a dangerous wealthy man with emotional instability, illegal businesses, and beautiful eyes secretly following me around while also ruining and improving my life simultaneously. No. Absolutely not. “I’m fine.” Annie clearly did not believe him, but before she could question further, another ambulance arrived carrying two more children.

“You tried talking to her. Did she listen? No. Nikolai is right. Xanthea is still young, naïve, and under the influence of pure evil. She doesn’t know what’s good and what’s bad for her.” My nails dug into my palms as I began channelling more of my life-force into the Jualsra spell. Yandor grabbed his chest, blood spurting out of his mouth. “I’ve already lost my daughter to her stubbornness,” Yandor rasped through bloody wheezes, his eyes brimming with tears. “I won’t lose my granddaughter. I won’t make the same mistake, and I won’t let you make it either.” His voice faltered for a moment before his gaze darkened with bloodlust again.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

I need to get this guy and I need to disable him now before he can get to Tanya. I turn a corner and look at a bunch of clothes and mannequins all stacked together. The stalker’s scent is coming from there. “I know you’re there,” I say. “Come out now. I can smell you.” Nothing. Qadira growls in my head. ‘Be ready for anything. This man is dangerous,’ I say to her. I extend my claws, ready for him to attack. Slowly, I reach out then quickly push the clothes aside. Behind them is a pile of clothing, the pungent scent of the stalker assaults my nose. A moment too late, I realize it’s a trap.

They have been dating for 3 years and are about to plan a wedding. This story is only fictitious, if there are similarities in names and events, it can be ascertained that it is not an element of intent. This story is written purely from the results of shaming and imagining before going to sleep. Happy reading. Don't ask for haste because this story uses a slow plot. If you like stories with fast rhythms, this is not an option. But try reading, no one knows if you like it. Thank you! A woman with a beautiful face is arranging several kinds of cakes into the window. Brown hair, gray eyes and pure white skin are Jeslyn or often called Jes.

I looked down at the murky water below, before throwing the glass box which contained the Nerium oleander. I won't need them after all, since Isabella was really with Jake and not Russell, but now I have to find a way to get rid of Jake. 'I have to hit him where it hurts.' So, I sent his wife a series of messages, pretending to be one of his many mistresses, telling her I know of a few more of his flings. "Like hey Lara." The other me appeared beside me at that. "I was really hoping to see a bitch go blue."

“But frankly speaking, I’ve only slept with two women in total. As for you, you’re currently the second placer on the list, and you might even be the last.” At the St. Donnor Estate… Yuna was sitting in the courtyard drinking afternoon tea with Mandy. She knew that last night’s scheme had failed, so she wanted to comfort Mandy. “You don’t have to care that much about that woman. You’re the daughter of the Nixes, and Yorrick will eventually marry you.” Mandy put the teacup down. “Mrs. Hathaway, Yorrick might be serious about that woman.” “He’s serious?” Yuna sneered as she placed the teacup to her lips but did not drink from it. “Since that woman died years ago, he hasn’t been serious about a

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze