My Stalker Likes Me?! (Editing)
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  • Reads 417
  • Votes 29
  • Parts 22
  • Time 18m
Ongoing, First published Apr 20, 2016
Mature
The regular life continues with two girls and a little younger brother but not anymore...
In this story you are playing as Danielle.
So there are like three or should I say triplets: Daniella, Danielle and DJ.
In case if you have not known this is a romance/mystery story.
This story is about when you in this story is being stalked by this someone or something, and it keeps getting worse.
Notes, evidences, and heart shaped necklaces?!
Ok! The question is:
"Will you and Daniella know who's behind all of it?Will Danielle ever be in love?
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Daniella was a sweet girl. She had lots of friends, the popular boyfriend, and the ideal high school life. Until one day she didn't. Ruined by everything she once loved. She started to loose faith in the word it's self. Thus Dani was born. ~~~~~~~~ "I know you, I know your type. Good girl, always getting what she wants." he smirked and taunted at me. "And the good girl always falls for the bad boy. Do try and not fall in love with me, kay' sweetheart?" "No worries there. You couldn't pay me to love you" I retorted. Becoming bored with this whole conversation. Stepping further into my space, practically pressing himself into my body. "Now why's that?" he asks. "Because love doesn't exist" I can see my answer throws him off guard slightly. The cocky smirk on his face lessening. "Who are you Dani Shey?" the question rhetorical, the desire behind his eyes; all to real.