Intruder Tv Series Novels & Stories

she questioned the intruder with fear laced in her voice "Oh, my lovely doll still hasn't grown u... Hmmm... No problem, I think it has been a long time that you have forgotten me but tonight, I will make sure that you remember me until your last breath" he filthy spoke walking towards her who was crawling backwards in fear with his every step "My family is not at home th...en...then...why did you come here and how did you enter" Ziva questions further stuttering as she got that the intruder is no one but her uncle only by his voice as her back was touching the closet behind her

He muttered but the receiver laughed. "Not yet, move to your right, straight down to the kitchen, the is only one person left to kill." He said and the intruder did as was told. The boss had previously hacked into the CCTV footage in Mr and Mrs Nathan's house and he knew that there was still someone left to be killed since he had been watching and waiting patiently for a time like that when he would carry out his plan. The intruder got to the kitchen and Michael was just there, with his back resting on the kitchen cabinet, he was looking into space, obviously lot in thoughts.

Stepbrother coordinated from above, overlaying a digital map with predictive paths, analyzing micro-errors to reconstruct the intruder’s methodology. Hours passed in careful observation and analysis. Every data point was cataloged, every anomaly cross-referenced with previous intrusions. Slowly, a pattern emerged—faint but distinct. The intruder wasn’t acting randomly; they were consolidating control points, testing our response, and learning from each interaction. Madison’s voice cut through: “They’re learning, adapting faster than expected. Whoever this is, they’re not just an intruder—they’re training, observing, and refining strategy in real time.”

“What the hell?“ I mutter angrily, dragging my hand away from hers. “You better explain to me what the hell is going on. Or I unlock that door and find out myself.“ I demand in one breath, glaring straight at her. She must have noticed the seriousness in my tone because her eyes widened in surprise and she nods frantically. “Intruders.“ She begins. “Intruders are in the territory. I don't know why but they are now in the pack house. I rushed here immediately after being instructed by Alpha Stark to keep you safe. I must keep you safe. They shouldn't—”She rambles continuously but then the sharp sound of a girl's scream had us both jumping away from the window side. Almost immediately, a figur

I followed right behind him. The room was a mess. Wires hung loose from the wall panels. Two monitors had been knocked to the floor, the rest flickered violently with static and corrupted footage. Then something moved. A dark figure near the back wall suddenly lunged toward a narrow exit door. “Stop!” one of the guards shouted. The intruder slammed through the back exit and disappeared into the night. “After him!” Harrison barked. Three guards sprinted after the masked man instantly. I rushed toward the doorway just in time to see the intruder vault over the stone railing and disappear into the sprawling garden outside.

“That’s why no one else can get to it.” Then he was gone. The door sealed behind him, leaving me alone with the hum of machines and the relentless pounding of my heart. I watched the monitors like they were the only thing tethering me to reality. The intruder flinched as Kingsley appeared on-screen, moving fast, silent, and deadly. The confrontation happened partly off-camera—too close, too fast—but I saw enough. There was a struggle. A flash of movement. Then blood. Kingsley drove the intruder back, forcing them away from the locked room and toward the service exit. The figure stumbled, recovered, and fled with terrifying efficiency.

It was freakingly obvious what was happening and he had roughly two guesses who was the cause; Merlione Fritzgerald or his brother, Frederico. His shield, the couch, pumped and shook with numerous bullets penetrating and bouncing off it. The intruder was at his room's entrance. He slowly crept away from the couch, avoiding the hit point, making for the door to his verandah just metres from the couch. He never left it open but thankfully, the intruder did. He darted into the airy space. Still on his toes and bullets still raining in his living room, he crossed the space and quietly forced the window to his room open. He could see the menacing shadow of the assassin. If he could just...

The intruder said lightly, slipping a hand into his pocket, "Go ahead and tell me who she is." "Hey, are you a sadist? Or do you enjoy provoking people so you can be beaten to stupor?" Adrian asked coldly. The intruder sighed impatiently and bent towards the level of the bag. He took out a steel rod and placed it on the ground. "I've tried my best to talk to you like a civilian, but you keep testing my patience." He stated flatly and walked towards them. The trio instantly had a bad premonition and tried to run. However, a sharp pain shot through their bodies before they fell to the ground— extremely weak.

I sighed in frustration and closed the door of the fridge again and sat on the couch. I turned on the television and looked for something to watch by surfing through the channels and came across the face which occupied my head since yesterday. It was the face of the kidnapper who kidnapped me. The channel was broadcasting from a private hospital in Colorado springs. The news anchor said, "Last night, the man responsible for murdering two young children was caught red handed trying to kidnap the daughter of Senator Oliver Smith" I turned up the volume so I could hear the rest. "It was revealed last night that the man' name is David Darrin. He tried to kidnap the senator's daughter last nig

He said when the intruder had nodded to his question. "Yes." The intruder said in a sharp voice trying to act bold in order to live longer. He nodded and the intruder continued, " He has a mate." The intruder said slowly and the man turned to her sharply his eyes darkened, his eye brow raised a bit, his teeth grinding on each other. He thought he had taken care of that aspect previously. He could still remember how he forced his mate to reject him, not that he did anything. The lady was already in love with her human best friend. He just made her choose the right decision. He didn't expect him to have a second chance mate of course he was of a royal blood but he didn't expect it. His gesture