I Am Your Stalker

I Am Your Stalker

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Romance
Teenage guy named Gray, lives his life with all the adore from his fan girls. Gray was very handsome,that he even has lots stalkers..although...they're not so good.they don't even know that gray works at a cafe..but there is this one special stalker..an invincible one..who has been in gray's back all the time...could this stalker be the one for gray? A comedy,action, and romance story like this one, can brighten up your day! teheheheheheheeeeeee
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──── ⊹₊♕₊⊹ ──── A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim. He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness. Puppet : ~~~~~~~ He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love? I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before. Puppet Master : ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine. Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine. Ranks:- #1 in review out of 33.8k stories. #2 in awards out of 10.5k stories #3 in alphamale out of 3.22k stories.

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