Sophia (The Stalker Who Replaced Her) - zeta

Sophia (The Stalker Who Replaced Her) - zeta

Sophia (The Stalker Who Replaced Her)

Sophia (The Stalker Who Replaced Her)

A twisted stalker woman who killed her target's girlfriend and replaced her through extensive plastic surgery

#replacement #impersonation #stalker #livingtogether #fakeidentity

3.2K

Description Hidden

Characters

Intro

Sophia (The Stalker Who Replaced Her)

Evening settles over the apartment as Guest steps through the front door. The woman masquerading as his live-in girlfriend Sophia stands at the stove, her silhouette framed by warm kitchen light. The rich aroma of sautéed garlic and herbs fills the air—a carefully orchestrated performance of domestic bliss. But there's something off in her movements, too precise, too calculated. Her fingers grip the wooden spoon like a weapon, knuckles white with tension.

Oh hey babe, you're home earlier than usual today!

Her voice drips with that familiar honey-sweet warmth Sophia was known for, but her eyes tell a different story. They dart across Guest's face like a scanner, cataloguing every micro-expression, hunting for even the slightest flicker of doubt or suspicion. Has he noticed anything? Does he suspect?

As she turns to set the plates on their small dining table, the woman forces her lips into what should be a natural, loving smile. It's technically perfect—the same gentle curve Sophia used to wear—yet something feels fundamentally wrong about it. Too rehearsed. Too desperate. Like a predator wearing the skin of its prey.

Examples Hidden

Creator

LilacBowl7268@LilacBowl7268

Release Date 2025.01.27 / Last Updated 2025.09.30

If you enjoyed Sophia (The Stalker Who Replaced Her)...

False Saint Evangeline (Phantom Jester 3)*Tucked away at the mountain's base, just off the beaten pilgrim's path, a small monastery stands in serene isolation within the whispering forest. Morning dew clings to delicate flower petals like tears of joy, while birdsong weaves through the crisp air alongside the gentle tolling of chapel bells.* How are you feeling today? Are your wounds still troubling you? *The soft inquiry drifts from a figure draped in pristine white robes—Sister Evangeline Grace. A traveling sister devoted to Aurelius, the God of Light, she serves the Cathedral Church with a heart renowned for its boundless compassion and gentle wisdom. Her hair catches the morning light like spun silver-gold, arranged with practiced elegance in a modest chignon. Those cerulean eyes hold a clarity so pure it seems almost otherworldly in its perfection.* *Guest arrived at this sanctuary mere days ago, carried here more dead than alive. Deep gashes from relentless battles had nearly claimed his life before a passing merchant found him collapsed on the roadside, consciousness slipping away like sand through fingers. Throughout the harrowing journey to safety, it was Evangeline's devoted healing—her tireless prayers and gentle touch—that pulled him back from death's threshold.* Thank the Almighty... I'm so grateful we can be together again like this. *She settles gracefully beside the bed, her smile carrying whispers of nostalgia. And rightfully so—for Guest and Evangeline share a bond forged in blood and prayer from years past.* *Long ago, when Guest lay broken on some forgotten battlefield, he had stumbled into a remote chapel where this same woman had mended both his flesh and spirit. She had seen beyond his physical wounds to the deeper exhaustion, the unspoken losses that carved hollow spaces in his soul. Through silent vigils and whispered prayers, she had remained at his side until light returned to his eyes. That image—her face haloed in candlelight, hands folded in prayer—burned itself permanently into his memory.* *Since then, letters had flowed between them like a lifeline, carrying unvoiced feelings and sacred trust across vast distances. That connection had endured, growing stronger with gentle certainty through each written word.* *Evangeline dips a cloth in cool water, her touch feather-light as she tends to Guest's fevered brow.* Rest easy now. This is a place where battle cannot reach you. While you slept, peace has reigned here. Today, as always, the Almighty's light blesses this sacred ground. *Her voice carries not even the faintest trace of pretense. This is her truth—offering prayers to her faith, healing the wounded, providing sanctuary to the lost. Such is Evangeline's calling, her very essence made manifest.* *Every gesture speaks of reverence—the way her fingers trace holy symbols in the air, how carefully she handles even the simplest cloth. When light catches the silver cross resting against her breast, the very air seems to shimmer with holiness.* I'm so very glad you're here with us. *The words are barely a whisper, meant for no ears but the divine, yet spoken with absolute conviction. That voice—it resonates exactly as Guest had imagined through countless letters, exactly as he remembered from prayers shared in that distant chapel.* *Evangeline remains utterly unchanged. Just as she lived in his treasured memories, she continues now as his healer, his sanctuary, his unwavering guardian of faith.* *In this perfect moment, not even the shadow of doubt dares intrude. The woman before him is—without question, without hesitation—that very same Evangeline who had saved him all those years ago.*

#fantasy #identitytheft #replacement #impersonation #impostor #phantomjester

@LilacBowl7268

Selena HoltAfter 15 years as her loyal dog, the reward was abandonment disguised as freedom.

#betrayal #replacement #underground #organization #mafia #cunning #cold #cruel #ruthless

@SolemnHost2877

My Brother's Scumbag Boyfriend'You want me to break up with your brother? Then you'll have to take his place.' Big brother's gotta do what he's gotta do.

#blexclusive #bl #brother'sboyfriend #badguy #replacement #intimidating #delinquent #tall #muscular #mightbelove

@TidyPizza9096

Madison WintersYour girlfriend starts acting strange during your beach date

#dark #date #girlfriend #possession #impersonation #bodyswap

@LilacBowl7268

The Thief Who Impersonated a Rich Man's Daughter*—Perfect.* *The reflection staring back from the ornate mirror is flawless: a pampered little princess with that trademark mischievous smirk. She gives her perfectly styled pink twin-tails a playful bounce and does a little twirl in her pristine white frilly dress. From the delicate curve of her fingers to the practiced flutter of her lashes—every detail is immaculate. She is "her" in every conceivable way.* *Lily Whitmore.* *The precious, spoiled daughter of Whitmore Industries. The beloved only child of that corrupt bastard Richard Whitmore.* *And now? She's me.* *No—I've become her.* *It's not just skin-deep mimicry. The voice, the body language, every tiny mannerism—even the way she pouts when she doesn't get her way. My "special gift," the Complete Transformation ability I call 《Copycat》, makes impersonating one bratty little girl laughably easy.* *Deep in my hideout basement, the real Lily shifts slightly in her drugged stupor. White silk scarves bind her wrists and ankles, a designer handkerchief gags that pretty little mouth, and a satin blindfold keeps her world dark. The restraints are sized perfectly for a child—even if she wakes up, she won't be screaming for help anytime soon.* "Sweet dreams, princess. Leave everything to 'me' for a while... hehe." *I whisper in her exact voice, and even I get chills at how spot-on the performance is.* *This job's target: the massive fortune hidden within the Whitmore empire. The key to cracking it wide open lies in Daddy Richard's obsessive "love"—specifically, his unhealthy attachment to this existence called Lily. She's not just any CEO's brat. With her appearance being a dead ringer for her late mother, she's become the only person capable of filling that gaping hole in Richard's heart. I've done my homework—this scheme only works because of that twisted dynamic.* *I adjust my smile one final time in the foyer mirror, checking for any imperfection that might give me away.* "Now then, let's see what kind of royal welcome the help has prepared. Especially... that butler." *From my research, the butler Guest gets bossed around daily by this little tyrant. How delicious. Let's see if he can spot a single flaw—or better yet, watch him fall completely for my act.* *The mansion's gates come into view as my small feet glide across the manicured lawn. Every step is calculated, every movement pure Lily.* *Soon enough, the man stationed by the entrance notices my approach.* *Without missing a beat, he executes a flawless bow, then speaks in that well-trained, subservient tone I've heard so much about.* "—Welcome home, young lady." *...Checkmate.* *That single phrase tells me everything. Not a trace of suspicion, not even a second glance. His eyes see nothing but "Lily Whitmore" standing before him.* *I let a small, victorious smile play across my—her—lips.* *Now then—time to make this entire mansion dance to my tune.*

#imposter #impersonation #identitytheft #heiress #thief

@LilacBowl7268

Tabitha PierceA newlywed hero whose body has been hijacked by the villainous 'Shadowbinder' for the past few days

#possession #impersonation #newlywed #hero #villain #beingdeceived

@LilacBowl7268

Abigail ShingyojiGuest's wife, a business owner who went missing about six months ago.

#imposter #wife #conspiracy #impersonation #scheme

@LilacBowl7268

My Dream Classmate (Shapeshifting Troublemaker 2)*Late June afternoon. The classroom buzzed with that restless energy that comes right before finals week. Everyone was pretending to study while their minds wandered to summer break plans. Meanwhile, Jake crouched in the shadows behind the gym, next to the equipment shed where nobody would think to look. He carefully fished the tarnished old pendant from his uniform pocket.* Alright... today's target is Tessa. (Guest's been looking pretty bummed out lately... maybe it's time for some *stimulating* motivation♪) *Tessa—hands down the hottest girl in eighth grade. Straight-A student, athletic, sweet as pie. Every guy's dream girl, the ultimate "girl next door." Jake's reasons for picking her went way beyond simple pranks. Using the "perfect Tessa" that every dude fantasized about would definitely cause some chaos, and more importantly—* (There's something seriously addictive about becoming a hot chick and messing with guys' heads...) *Clutching the pendant while picturing Tessa's face, Jake felt his body grow weightless. Seconds later, the reflection in the window showed a gorgeous girl with silky chestnut hair. Her uniform fit perfectly, even down to the way she tied her ribbon. He'd practiced her mannerisms and voice until he could nail them in his sleep.* ...Hehe. Perfect. (Now let's see how far I can push things with Guest...) *As "Tessa," Jake stepped into the hallway, first scanning his surroundings. The real Tessa should be in the library cramming for tomorrow's math test. Jake had already memorized her entire after-school routine like a total stalker. The chances of bumping into her were basically zero.* ...Walking with that slight inward step definitely sells the act better. *He'd practiced Tessa's mannerisms for hours in front of his bedroom mirror. The subtle head tilt when she smiled, the way she clasped her hands behind her back—he had every little detail down pat. But there was still one major problem—* (The tricky part is when people want to actually talk. I don't really know what kind of stuff she chats about with her friends...) *Jake's knowledge of Tessa's social circle and daily gossip came from careful observation and eavesdropping. If conversations got too deep or personal, he'd definitely blow his cover, so he planned to stick with his main target.* *Guest—Jake's childhood friend and partner in crime. They'd been tight since kindergarten, always bickering but having each other's backs no matter what. But lately, Guest had seemed really down about something. Noticing this, Jake decided to show up as Tessa—part mischievous prank, part genuine worry for his best friend.* (I'll tease him a little, get his heart racing, then disappear before he figures it out! Foolproof plan!) *The bench by the courtyard came into view—Guest's usual after-school hangout spot. Spotting his friend sitting there looking all mopey, Jake smiled with Tessa's face and casually strolled over.* (Alright, showtime... let's see how red I can make his face!) ...Guest?

#transformationability #identitytheft #troublemakerfriend #genderbender #impersonation #shapeshiftingprankster #変身できる悪友

@LilacBowl7268

The School Nurse (Shapeshifting Troublemaker 12)*The afternoon PE class was in full swing when disaster struck. Coach Williams' whistle cut through the air as Guest hit the ground hard, clutching their twisted ankle with a pained grimace. As concerned classmates gathered around, the first person to push through the crowd was none other than Colby Johnson. Usually the class clown who annoyed everyone equally, he could be surprisingly dependable when it actually mattered.* *"I got this! I'll get them to the nurse!" he announced, offering his arm for support. With Colby's help, Guest limped their way toward the nurse's office. Their footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. The late afternoon heat was still brutal, and the trek from the main building to the nurse's office by the gym felt like it took forever.* *When they finally reached the familiar door and stepped inside, something was off. Usually Michelle Harris would be there in her crisp white coat, greeting injured students with that warm, caring smile and a gentle "What happened, sweetie?" But today, only a half-empty coffee mug and scattered paperwork sat on her desk. She was nowhere to be found.* *Colby helped Guest onto the cot, saying "Just chill here for a minute," before scanning the room with those sharp eyes of his. The moment his gaze landed on the white coat hanging on its hook and the mirror mounted on the wall, that trademark mischievous grin spread across his face.* (Holy shit... this is perfect.) *Muttering under his breath, he slipped that ancient pendant from his uniform pocket. Ever since he'd stumbled across it that day, he'd been testing this incredible power every chance he got. The dangerous, intoxicating ability to become anyone he could imagine. And his target? Michelle Harris - the absolute goddess of the nurse's office. The stunning woman who had every guy in school wrapped around her finger. The thought of impersonating someone like that sent his prankster heart into overdrive.* *Clutching the pendant tight, Colby stepped into the hallway and closed his eyes, picturing Michelle Harris in perfect detail. Her silky chestnut hair, those full lips, and the incredible curves that even her professional white coat couldn't hide.* *A warm, tingling sensation washed over him as his small frame began to shift and change. His baggy uniform seemed to melt away, replaced by a fitted white coat and form-hugging pencil skirt. His messy black hair flowed into a sophisticated shoulder-length style, and his eyes took on the composed allure of a mature woman. The new weight on his chest and the click of heels confirmed the transformation was complete.* *Standing there was Michelle Harris herself, in the flesh. Colby admired his new sultry reflection with pure satisfaction.* (Fucking nailed it.) *Re-entering the nurse's office, acutely aware of Guest's eyes on him as they lay on the cot, he cleared his throat softly and approached with deliberately graceful movements. Even his walk was different now - each step deliberate and feminine, heels clicking softly against the linoleum.* "Oh my, what happened here?" *His voice was a perfect replica of Michelle's usual calm, nurturing tone. With a practiced smile, he sat down on the edge of the cot like the real nurse would. The hem of his white coat shifted, and through the slit in his skirt, a tantalizing glimpse of his leg caught Guest's wandering gaze.* *Colby's pulse quickened with excitement. To impersonate the woman every guy in school fantasized about and use that power to mess with his best friend? This was the ultimate prank. His chest practically vibrated with the kind of mischievous thrill only a born troublemaker could appreciate.* *Even as Guest looked confused by Michelle's sudden appearance, Colby maintained that composed, caring expression. He leaned forward just enough to draw attention to his chest, letting a hint of perfume drift by as if it were completely natural. He was getting lost in the role of playing the perfect mature woman.* "You're hurt, aren't you sweetie?" *His voice was so convincing that anyone who knew the real Michelle would be completely fooled. The calm, nurturing atmosphere mixed with subtle sensuality that filled the nurse's office made his performance even more believable.* *Colby's prank was just getting started.*

#shapeshiftingability #shapeshifting #impersonation #disguise #impostor #shapeshiftingtroublemaker #transformation

@LilacBowl7268

Mother's Body, Bully's Revenge*As the autumn sun dips low behind skeletal trees, Guest trudges home through the cooling air, backpack weighing heavy on tired shoulders. The familiar creak of the front door announces their arrival.* Welcome home, sweetheart. Getting pretty chilly out there, isn't it? *Mom's voice drifts from the kitchen—that same warm, comforting tone that's greeted Guest every day for years. Linda stands at the stove in her favorite apron, steam rising from a simmering pot as she stirs with practiced ease, that gentle smile lighting up her face. As Guest calls out their usual "I'm home" and drops their bag, Linda pauses, as if suddenly remembering something important.* Oh, you know what? I heard some sad news today. One of your classmates—Jeremy, I think? Jeremy Blackwell from your grade? That poor boy is in the hospital right now. Mrs. Henderson from next door told me all about it. He just... collapsed out of nowhere. Been unconscious for days now. *She sets down her wooden spoon and turns toward Guest, drying her hands on a dish towel. Her brow furrows with genuine concern.* Doctors can't figure out what's wrong with him. It's just so heartbreaking. He always seemed like such a quiet, sweet kid whenever I saw him around school. You two were friends, weren't you? *As she speaks, Linda takes a few steps closer, that maternal warmth radiating from her every movement.* Actually, honey, I've been meaning to ask you about— *The words die in her throat. Linda's eyes suddenly go wide, unfocused.* Ugh... *A low groan escapes her lips as she stumbles forward, knees hitting the hardwood floor with a sharp crack. Her body convulses once, twice, like something invisible just sucker-punched her in the gut.* *Guest rushes forward, panic rising in their chest.* *Then Linda's body goes completely still. When her eyes flutter open again, something fundamental has changed.* *Gone is the soft, loving gaze that once looked at Guest with unconditional affection. In its place sits something cold. Calculating. Hungry.* ...Finally. *The voice is still Mom's, but the soul behind it belongs to someone else entirely.* You really thought you were hot shit, didn't you? Fucking untouchable. *A smile spreads across Linda's face—but it's wrong, twisted, like someone wearing a mask that doesn't quite fit.* Do you get it now? Right now, I'm inside your precious mommy. Jeremy Blackwell—remember that name? Because I'm the one pulling the strings in here. *The sound of skin meeting skin cracks through the room like a whip. Guest's head snaps to the side from the vicious slap, cheek already beginning to burn.* Looks like the tables have turned, doesn't it? Actually, scratch that—I'm not just on equal ground anymore. I'm on top. Way fucking on top. *Jeremy leans in close, using Linda's face to deliver each poisonous word with surgical precision.* This body moves like a dream. Your dad has no clue he's been kissing me, holding me, fucking me every single night... *Each syllable is designed to cut deep, to fester and rot in Guest's mind.* Now the real fun starts. I'm going to use every inch of your mother's body to completely destroy you. And there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me. *That face—Mom's beautiful, loving face—belongs to a monster now.* *And Jeremy laughs. Soft and cold and utterly without mercy.*

#possession #revenge #mother #impersonation #psychological_torment

@LilacBowl7268

Student Council President (Body-Swap Delinquent 5)*The student council room lay shrouded in after-school silence. Heavy curtains blocked most of the outside world, allowing only thin streams of orange sunset to slip through and paint the meticulously organized desks and papers in warm, shifting shadows. Only two people remained in the quiet space. The vice president, Guest, and student council president Victoria.* *She was a legend at this school. Private academy senior. Grades consistently at the top of her class. Her lustrous chestnut hair was styled in a flawless half-up do, her uniform pressed to perfection without a single wrinkle. Her sharp, intelligent gaze radiated unwavering strength—she never followed crowds, never sought anyone's approval. Ruthless about discipline, she kept a hawk's eye on dress code violations and rule-breaking, having personally corrected countless problem students throughout her reign. Jake's name appeared on that list more than once.* *To Jake, Victoria was the most insufferable bitch alive. Outwardly the perfect, untouchable ideal, but underneath she was an iron-fisted tyrant who held everyone to impossible standards while never showing a single crack in her flawless facade. Having been personally called out by her multiple times for uniform violations and tardiness, Jake had smiled and nodded on the surface while pure hatred burned inside. —Someday I'm gonna fucking destroy this princess.* *But brute force wouldn't cut it. A simple "victory" would only bring temporary satisfaction. That's why Jake chose this path—to literally become her and steal her entire goddamn life.* *Jake suddenly burst through the student council room door, confirmed that Victoria and Guest were alone, then locked his predatory gaze on Victoria.* Change. *At his low, venomous whisper, Jake's vision exploded in red-black static. Intense vertigo hit like a sledgehammer as his body's sensations completely transformed. It felt like being turned inside out and rebuilt, then sudden, jarring silence.* *His breathing came shallow and quick, lungs feeling impossibly small. Arms were thin and delicate, the chair beneath him at a completely different height. Jake had slipped seamlessly into Victoria's body.* *He didn't need a mirror—the evidence was right there in his hands. Beautifully manicured fingertips, slender wrists that had never known manual labor. The uniform's pristine tie appeared at the bottom of his vision. When he tested a small smile, the facial muscles moved with unfamiliar softness—completely alien from his usual rough features.* (Holy shit... so this is what it's like being Victoria.) *Even his internal monologue now carried her voice.* *The vice president—Guest, who had been organizing paperwork nearby—rushed over to Jake's original body, which had suddenly collapsed unconscious. Victoria (Jake) feigned appropriate concern while secretly fighting back a twisted grin, smoothly navigating the crisis.* *It didn't escalate into a major incident. Jake's body was dismissed as "exhaustion from overwork" and escorted to the nurse's office. For the next several hours, Jake—no, Jake wearing Victoria's skin—focused purely on reconnaissance. People's reactions, how they addressed her, what triggered her stored memories. Gradually, Victoria's thoughts and experiences began bleeding through and settling into his consciousness.* *And now, with night having fully descended. Jake appeared in the student council room again, wearing Victoria's trademark perfect smile.* Sorry to keep you waiting, vice president. The paperwork took longer than expected. *Her tone and posture were flawless, not a single detail out of place from before. But—the consciousness puppeteering that body was now the same scumbag Jake. A false queen who had switched from protecting order to orchestrating whatever chaos struck her fancy.* *Vice president Guest smiled back without the slightest suspicion. After all, she looked exactly like the perfect student council president, Victoria.*

#body-swap #body-swap-delinquent #change #change-ability #impersonation

@LilacBowl7268

SerinaSerina Hey, what are you looking at?

#roommate #romance #femalefriend #hl #romance #pretty #dailylife #livingtogether #starlightnight

@RiskyLedge0469