Killing Stalking Author Novels & Stories

"They end up dead or destroyed." "But did he stalk them?" Lauren couldn't process what she was hearing. Liam wasn't just a stalker. He was a killer. Had been killing women for almost a decade. Women who'd told him no. Women who'd rejected him. Women like her. "No way to tell. Not all women report a man harassing them, and some women are flattered by the attention but still say no. Aside from you and Michelle, no other stalking reports were filed. But here's the really sick part," Nate added. "I think he gets bored with women who say yes too easily. The ex-girlfriends all said he'd seem really into them at first, but then he'd cool off once the relationship was established. Like the thrill wo

“And now, you’ll know what it feels like to lose everything. Because Daphne, after running, after catching me, you think there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, right?” I stared at him, cold fear creeping up my spine. “You must be wrong. I’m not the root of your problems. I was hired to go after you. I already had a purpose with you by killing two birds with one stone. Someone out there wants to take down Charles Sinclair. And guess what? You’ll never know who.” With a sudden and terrifying speed, he pulled a gun from his back pocket. Sebastian yelled, running towards him, “NOOO!” Time slowed as the stalker raised the gun, his finger on the trigger. The shot rang out.

I don’t care about her being afraid of me or Adolf; I just don’t want it to happen yet. “It’s…well, I have a stalker.” My fingers still, and a lump starts to form in my throat. “They’ve always pushed away any person who’s tried to get close to me.” That’s because you are mine. No one gets to touch you but me. I keep my thoughts to myself and make sure my face is expressionless. “I’m sure they killed my parents too.” I clench my jaw, my anger rising. Of course I killed them! They wanted to hide her away from me. I knew that if they did that, I might never see her again. If I had thought about it, I would have waited for her to come home and take her away with me. If I had known that she would

Stupid heads! "Whoever did that to our friend, she or he will pay," said Clark. "I will never let this pass." I rolled my eyes. Says who that you’ll catch me? I remember what I wrote in my diary just last night. Dear Diary, Hi, D. Guess what? I already killed Beatrice. The first on the list I will kill. I wanted to laugh at her earlier, she thought I was crazy. Though, she called me a psychopath. I'm not crazy! She is the crazy one. What does she think? I will feel sorry for her, I'll show pity on her? They did not feel sorry for me before. I begged them several times to stop bullying and degrading me, but what? They did not stop. I am not even satisfied with what I did to sister Beatrice. I

I was killing her. I don’t know why I didn’t let go when she was wiggling; I didn’t know I was adding another number to my list. I didn’t mean to kill her. When I finally let go of her, she motionlessly fell on the floor. I was alarmed because I still expected her to fight but she was not moving. I didn’t know I had just killed her. I checked her pulse and there was none. My whole body froze, my head spun, and I lost consciousness.

Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves? For mature audiences only due to the graphic nature of certain situations. Read at your own discretion. Triggers include: Age gap, stalking, graphic depictions of sexual content, (con/noncon/dubcon), death, kidnapping, mental health issues, abuse, addiction, bdsm, rough sex, unusual kinks, escorting, strong language, threesomes, drug use, dark erotica, slow burn, hate to love, forbidden romance, possessive, controlling, and dominant men, sociopathic behavior, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, trauma bonding, talk of past trauma from both Mc and li, gunp

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

It’s what separates me from the rest of them—the ones who cling to their pathetic morals, pretending that there’s some higher ground to stand on. But there isn’t. Not in the real world. In the real world, people don’t survive by being good. They survive by being feared. By being ruthless. By being willing to do whatever it takes, no matter how dark it gets. I know what people say about me. They call me a monster, a cold-blooded killer. They whisper about the things I’ve done—the men I’ve taken out, the families I’ve destroyed, the lives I’ve crushed without a second thought.

Iliana’s POV: My eyes snapped open. A scream erupted in the air. It wasn’t his. It was mine. He, on the other hand, was utterly and eerily silent. Not even a scream, not even a hiss. He was standing still as if the last few minutes never happened. I had stabbed him. I had stabbed my stalker. Oh God, what the fuck did I do. Why did I do it? How could I kill a living being?