Stalker Stories

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

His madness for her is mess:- "If I die, Piya and sometimes I think I might, because my heart beats too fast when I think of you-you will still remember me every single day. Every time you see a jasmine flower, every time the phone rings and no one speaks, every time you see a man who is too tall or a car that is too dark... you will see me. I will be the ghost that haunts your marriage until it screams." ________________________________________ She leaned forward, her eyes pleading. "Please, Nikhil. If you ever truly cared for me, do this one thing. Forget me. Become the old Nikhil again-the one who loved books more than shadows. Leave me with my family. I will talk to Ekansh. I will take back all the charges. You can go to London, start over, breathe free air. Just... leave me." He looked up at her, his eyes wild and bloodshot, tears wetting her feet. "Please, Piya. Just love me back. Tell me you love me, and I'll burn these photos. I'll burn the world. I'm doing this because you're pushing me away! You're forcing me to be a villain when I just want to be your slave!" ​"Nikhil, let me go!" she shrieked, struggling beneath him. "I am disgusted by you!" she spat, her chest heaving. "Don't you ever touch me again! Your touch is like poison. I can feel the filth of your mind on my skin!" Dirty?" he whispered, his voice cracking into a high, terrifying giggle. "She thinks I'm dirty? Then I'll show her what the dirt actually is. "Why can't you just die before coming, i don't want you, just go to your evil father." Piya said crying looking at her swollen belly. This story will get dark in further chapters. I will update every night. So please vote for next chapters, comments your thoughts, and also subscribe for more stories like this. copyright all the story line is mine . the picture and music used in this story credit goes to their original owner.

She went to Michael Jackson's concert expecting one unforgettable night. She didn't expect him to notice her. One glance from the stage turns into backstage passes, midnight phone calls and a man who suddenly wants to know everything about her. At first, it feels like a dream. Until Mai realizes Michael isn't just interested. He's watching. He's waiting. And he doesn't seem ready to let her go.

Male Lead: Damien Moretti • Age: 29 • Public Identity: Cold, untouchable billionaire CEO of a global luxury empire. Feared in business circles for destroying competitors overnight. • Secret Identity: Mafia king with deep underground connections. Ruthless strategist. Also a silent serial killer-but only targets abusers, traffickers, predators, and men who harm women. • Obsession: Her. Since the first day he saw her walking alone with tears in her eyes. Habits: o Watches her through hidden cameras near places she visits (apartment entrance, college gate, café) o Sends anonymous help whenever she struggles o Keeps a file of everything she loves/hates o Kills any man who truly harms or threatens her • Soft Spot: o Secretly keeps every small thing related to her: hair tie, note, dropped pen, receipt o Cannot sleep unless he knows she is safe Female Lead: Ava Sinclair • Age: 20 • Identity: College student, scholarship holder • Background: Grew up emotionally neglected. Never felt chosen, wanted, or beautiful. Often ignored by family and used by fake friends. • Looks: o Naturally stunning without knowing it o Soft eyes, delicate features, effortless beauty o Men stare, women notice, but she mistakes it for judgment • Inner Wound: o Thinks nobody could ever genuinely love her o Believes compliments are lies • Hidden Strength: o Brave when protecting others o Stronger than she knows Their Dynamic: • He watches her in silence for months before approaching. • She feels like someone is always there... but also strangely safe. • Every time someone hurts her, they disappear. • She thinks she is invisible. • He thinks she is the only thing worth seeing. Signature Line: She thought nobody noticed her. He noticed every breath she took.

Mara Leone used to think being stalked meant fear. She was wrong. Fear was easy. Fear made sense. What didn't make sense was the full gas tank she never paid for, the broken things fixed before she could replace them, the coffee waiting on her car with her usual order written on the side. Macchiato. No sugar. Cinnamon. And beneath it, one handwritten warning: 'Don't skip breakfast today, amor.' Whoever he is, he knows her routines. Her habits. Her temper. Her weaknesses. He slips into her life quietly, making it easier in ways that feel less like kindness and more like control. Mara doesn't want his help. She doesn't want his attention. And she definitely doesn't want to wonder why the man watching her from the shadows seems to know exactly what she needs before she does. But the worst part? He has no intention of stopping.

𝕬 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 × 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Fayra Malik. Has always been too much. Too outspoken, too independent, too unwilling to bend. As a journalist, she chases truth with the same fire that has made her unloved by her family. Groom after groom rejects her, and with every refusal, Fayra feels less like a daughter and more like property put up for sale. Until one night, she saves the wrong person from the doom. From that moment on, Fayra is no longer alone. The shadows follow her. Eyes linger, presence watches, silent and deadly. A stalker. Azrael Qureshi. Known to the world as the Attorney of Death, Azrael lives a life built on lies and shadows. By day, he is untouchable. By night, he hunts the very organization that once destroyed him. But beneath his calculated cruelty lies a terrifying truth, Azrael is diagnosed with alexithymia, a condition that strips him of emotion. And if it remains uncured, he risks becoming the monster he despises. Desperate, he makes a dangerous choice. Marriage. Fayra becomes his experiment. His temptation. The embodiment of everything he cannot feel. She becomes his legal possession. But if there is one thing Fayra Malik hates more than rejection, it is being owned. And when fire is trapped in the hands of a man who cannot feel... someone is bound to burn. ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

Introducing the Delafield series, each sibling believes they fill a certain role in the family. What do they do when they lose this key part of their identity? Find out. Book 1 of 4: The Delafield Series In a family of celebrities, Fiona Delafield is the famous actress of the family. After being in the movie industry for 10 years, Fiona begins to rethink her decision when she loses her love for the movie industry. When she announces that she will be taking a hiatus, she begins to receive notes from a stalker. In response, her brother hires a bodyguard . Will the bodyguard be able to protect her long enough for her to make a decision or will the stalker take the decision out of her hands?

its kinda a mix of everything. theres some wlw, femdom, and some fluffy stuff too.

When Rory Vincent's protective older brother moves away to college her senior year, she decides that she is going to live life. She wants to date. She wants to party. She wants to lose her virginity. Just as she's finally making her way into the normal teenage girl scene, another obstacle is thrown her way. Sin Westbrook. Sin is mean and quiet and violent. And despite looking like a god, he has no friends at school. Rory hasn't said a single word to him in the five years since he moved next door to her. So why is he all of a sudden obsessed with her?

**SHIVYA SHIV SHAKTI SINGH RATHORE, 19** A street magician. A mentalist. An enigma. Known by millions across the streets of India, yet understood by none. She commands the minds of strangers, yet her own is a labyrinth. Shivya knows there is a single, foundational memory missing from her life-a dark space where her childhood used to be. And she will tear down any illusion to find it. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ **SHAKTI SINGHANIA, 30** The second richest person on the planet. Powerful. Surgical. Obsessed with variables he cannot calculate. For a decade, Shakti has used his vast financial empire to hunt a ghost-a singular person who moves markets from the shadows, whom no intelligence agency has ever been able to find. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ **THE WORLD'S RICHEST PERSON** No name. No face. No digital footprint. Governments have searched. Corporate empires have failed. Shakti Singhania has hit a wall of absolute silence. Yet somehow, this invisible titan is anchored to a forbidden regional forest, a fractured mind, and a conspiracy that took root twenty years ago. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Four people entered the ancient canopy of the Antarvan forest. Only three returned to the civilized world. One vanished into thin air. One forgot everything. And a single question has waited two decades in the shadows for an answer. *Who was the fourth person?* Or perhaps... *Who is Shivya?*

Madeline has always kept to herself-quiet, careful, and far from trouble. But lately, the safety she's built around herself is beginning to crack. What starts as an uneasy feeling during her walks home soon turns into something far more disturbing: anonymous notes, unsettling gifts, and photos that prove someone has been watching her for far longer than she realized. No matter how hard she tries to escape the feeling, there's never anyone there when she looks. Which only makes it worse. Because it means one thing- someone is always watching Madeline.

𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 | 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 18+ 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫. Misfortune has followed Vivienne since the moment she was born. Living quietly with her grandmother, she has long accepted that her future holds nothing bright. That belief is proven true the night she meets a strange man in the cemetery and offers him a beer, unaware of the fatal mistake she has made. The Grim Reaper turns his attention to Vivienne, his fascination twisting into something dangerous and inescapable. Caught in a web of secrets, lies, and forbidden feelings, Vivienne must make a choice that will change her life forever. But with the devil breathing down her neck, knowing what's right and what's wrong is no longer so clear. ♰ "𝐖-𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

"Some souls aren't destined to heal each other. They are destined to destroy each other beautifully." Mayra Singhania spent every birthday haunted by the guilt of a past she could never forget. Now she's no longer the innocent girl she once was. She is the CEO of Malhotra Enterprises and owner of Singhania Industries, the beloved one of the Malhotra family, and a woman admired by the entire business world. Beautiful, powerful and untouchable. Mayra has built a life where nothing can shake her. Until strange things begin to happen. A pair of unseen eyes that always seem to be watching. A name she hasn't dared to speak in years. Everyone tells her she's imagining it. That grief and guilt are playing tricks on her mind. Because Rian Malhotra is dead... Isn't he? But when the man she fears the most walks back into her life, he isn't the cold and cruel boy she once knew. He's colder. Crueler. More dangerous than every rumor whispered about him. She despises everything about him. His haunting silence. His unsettling smile. His ruthless games. The darkness that follows him wherever he goes. To Mayra, he is nothing but a monster wearing a human face. Yet the deeper she is pulled into his world of lies, manipulation, blood, power, and betrayal, the more she realizes that every story has two sides... and every villain has a past. The stars called it destiny. The world called it madness. They called it revenge. "'I won't ruin your life in one day. I'll ruin it so slowly... you'll pray for the end before it comes.'" As old sins rise to the surface and dangerous enemies close in, Mayra must decide whether to keep running from the truth... or face the man who swore to ruin everything she loves. ... "Love me?" He laughed. "No, doll... I'm here to make you regret ever surviving me.'" ... "'I hate you." He hissed. "Keep saying it... your eyes have always told me a different story." She whispered.

𝑺𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑿 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 "𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒂? 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒉?" . . . . . A wedding meant for others. A marriage neither of them chose. A mistake that changed everything. Saher Kapoor never imagined walking down the aisle, especially not as a last-minute replacement for a bride who had vanished. Shaan Malhotra never expected to be forced into marriage, let alone with a stranger standing in place of his brother's bride. Yet, under the weight of family expectations and societal pressure, they are bound together-two people who were never meant to be. What starts as a reluctant union soon unravels secrets buried deep. Saher's past refuses to stay hidden, and Shaan's world is not as perfect as it seems. When love starts creeping into the cracks of their so-called mistake, ghosts of their pasts rise to tear them apart. But was this truly a mistake? Or was it destiny all along? 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ 𓆰𓆪 ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ TROPES Accidental Marriage Slow Burn Romance Grumpy X Sweet She fell first but he fell harder Age Gap (7 years) Protective Male Lead Billionaire Romance Social Activist X CEO 'My Wife' Each other's first Found Family 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ 𓆰𓆪 ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

He'd always wanted a secret admirer; someone to love him for who he was. He just never though it'd be like this..

Duas garotas stalkeando dois garotos... O que pode dar errado? Ayla e Athena são melhores amigas desde sempre. Quando Athena resolveu visitar Ayla nos EUA, as duas amigas acabaram recebendo uma proposta um tanto quanto inesperada. Porém, elas não imaginavam o quanto essa proposta mudaria a vida delas para sempre.

Everyone in the mansion loved Vaidhai. Too much. They held her hand gently. Spoke to her carefully. Looked at her with relief in their eyes-like they had already lost her once. But Vaidhai doesn't understand why. Because the girl they miss so desperately... might not be her. Haunted by missing memories and a past no one fully explains, she finds herself pulled toward the only person who never pretends everything is normal-Advik Singhani. Unreadable. Sharp-tongued. Protective in ways that feel almost possessive. He keeps pushing her away while standing between her and every danger at the same time. As if he knew he's danger but can't let go of her. As if she was someone worth protecting over his own life. The deeper Vaidhai falls into the mystery surrounding her identity, the more the mansion begins to feel like a beautiful prison filled with secrets, obsession, grief... and love twisted into something dangerous. Because some truths were buried for a reason. And some people were never supposed to come back.

Every girl with her height got a second look. Every girl with her face got followed. Elysielle was never supposed to matter to him. She was just a name, a file, a shadow he was meant to watch from a distance. Until watching turned into something else-something dangerous. Kaelon has always lived in control, in silence, in violence. But when Elysielle disappears, so does the part of him that pretends to be sane. Now he's searching for her through cities, memories, and blood-stained truths neither of them were meant to uncover. Because some love stories don't start with "I love you." They start with obsession.

In the glittering, high-stakes world of the Thai entertainment industry, twenty-four-year-old Jun Pasakorn Sanrattana stands at the absolute pinnacle of success as the ethereal leader of the mega-popular T-Pop group MARTJ. To the public and the cameras of ASTRON Entertainment, Jun is the epitome of flawless professionalism, natural gentleness, and unwavering warmth. Yet, behind the blinding stadium lights lies a suffocating reality: Jun is being hunted by a vicious, highly coordinated stalker who bypasses top-tier security to threaten his life. When a sudden security breach threatens Jun on-site, a new personal bodyguard is deployed: twenty-seven-year-old Sorn Khanyong Termtuo. Sorn is an anomaly-strikingly handsome, independently wealthy, and chillingly detached. He doesn't play by corporate rules, handles threats with clinical cruelty, and never apologizes for his brutal methods. The moment their eyes meet, Jun recognizes him as his childhood protector-the brave boy who once risked his life in a flooded drainage ditch to save Jun's cherished silver bell, promising to always find him. But the boy who saved bells is gone, replaced by a lethal weapon tied to the ruthless Marrow Cartel. As the stalker threats escalate into coordinated ambushes, Sorn acts as an impenetrable shield, his icy composure fracturing into terrifying possessiveness whenever Jun is targeted. Bound by a childhood vow, Jun must use his profound emotional courage to pierce Sorn's cold exterior before the dark underworld consumes them both.

The first time Minho noticed it, he convinced himself it was a coincidence. A bouquet of white lilies sitting neatly outside his apartment door. The second time, there was a box of macarons from a bakery he'd mentioned exactly once to a coworker. The third time, a novel he'd paused in front of at a bookstore weeks ago. By the seventh gift, coincidence had stopped being a reasonable explanation. Someone was watching him. The realization should have terrified him. And it did. At first. The feeling settled beneath his skin like static electricity. Every time he unlocked his apartment door, his pulse jumped. Every time he stepped onto the street, he found himself glancing over his shoulder. But alongside the anxiety came something worse. Curiosity. Who were they? How did they know him so well? Why him? Questions followed him everywhere, slipping into his thoughts while he worked, while he cooked, while he tried-and failed-to sleep. Every gift arrived at the exact same time. 6:08 PM. By the end of the month, Minho found himself lingering by the door whenever evening approached, listening for sounds that never came, searching for clues that were never left behind. The gifts kept appearing and with each passing day, the need to know grew stronger. Maybe it was foolish and maybe it was dangerous but Minho couldn't stop thinking about it. About the stranger who knew his favorite flowers. His favorite books. The tiny details nobody else seemed to notice. The stranger who always arrived at exactly 6:08 PM. The stranger he had never once seen. And for the first time since it had all begun, Minho found himself wondering something new. What if, one day, he finally gathered the courage to find out who was standing on the other side of his door?