STALKER DIARIES

UNKNOWN POVDEAR DIARY,She grows beautiful each and every passing day.It was just yesterday she was a child, and now she has tits and curves in all the right places. I stare at her through this broken mirror,I see her every step, her every move… I feel pain when she’s happy, and I relish in the joy her sadness brings me.She is mine, Diary.Mineee!Oh, it won’t be long now…Won’t be long before I have her in my arms, gauging her pretty blue eyes out with my bare claws, moaning in pleasure as I torture her and take away her innocence, drinking her blood as she screams for me to stop, as she begs over and over again for me to let her go.Only I won’t be able to.I wil

Wednesday came by in a flash.For Natalie Sanders, there was this pit in her stomach that she just couldn’t seem to comprehend. She couldn’t shake off the idea that the move was someway somehow a bad idea.Well, don’t get me wrong, a part of her was inwardly pleased at the move, there was nothing really tying her down to this place after all but something still felt off.Natalie had many questions for one.Questions like who the hell was great-aunt Martha, and why was she now hearing about the woman? Questions like why would someone leave something as grand as a five bedroom fully furnished house to a relative they barely knew nothing about in their will? Questions like why was the move so sudden? Why couldn’t they just sell the house and stay here instead?A whole lot of questions.Of course she’d know the answer to these many questions if only she asked her parents, but the problem here was t

Natalie’s broken leg had been set and bandaged.She had been given some medications, and the kind female doctor had even signed the discharge papers, but the last thing the young woman wanted to do was go back to that house.Not until her parents had clarified everything for her at least.And definitely not until they had found out who was lurking around in there!“Dad, did you find out who that was? And did you find the letter I told you about?” She asked, getting right to the point as soon as her father stepped into the ward, her mum in tow.They had stayed back to help the police investigate her claims, and to be honest, the whole situation just had Phil worried for both his daughter and his wife.Of course she had told him about what she claimed had happened to her!For the middle aged man, it was obvious that his wife and daughter were dealing with some serious case of paranoia and hallucinatio

Tristan sat in his father’s office, a bored look on his face. The man had sent for him almost four hours ago and had still not come in to see him yet. The young man was upset at that. He could have been having an exciting conversation with an interesting stranger instead of sitting in the huge, silent office, doing practically nothing. His thoughts strayed towards the girl and her silver hair, and he wondered if it was her true color of if she had dyed it. As he thought about that, his contemplations turned more carnal… more dirty, humorous even. He wondered if her carpet matched the drapes. Tristan groaned in frustration. He barely knew the girl, and she was human, for crying out loud. Human! He was a werewolf, and from the look of things, the girl and her family had no idea what they had relocated into. You see, the Bloomingdale Valley Pack was one that was starting to take on a contemporary culture of association.

Tristan bumped into the stunning silver-haired girl who had constantly been on his mind all week and a smile broke out his face. “Heyy… sorry, I was totally out of it.” He apologized, his smile turning into a smirk when he noticed the girl’s slight squirming.“That’s- that’s alright. I should have been paying attention to where I was going too.” Natalie brushed his apology off as her hand adjusted her side bag over her shoulders. A quick glance at the teenager would confirm what was already obvious;She was very nervous.If she had known that she’d be standing in front of Tristan Hemmingway chatting him up right before class, she would have definitely paid much more attention to her appearance.Truth is, she had wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible, and she figured a hoodie and sweatpants were the right way to go.“Sooo…” Tristan dragged out, “How are you