Killing Stalking Author Novels & Stories

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

Good thing the people passing seemed too busy to bother about our little argument. “I was.” I said truthfully, and her mouth fell open, shocked at maybe the revelation that she’d been stalked or perhaps at how easily I’d admitted the truth. “Do you know that stalking is a crime punishable by law?” “Yes, I know that, but so is stealing.” She let out a frustrated sigh and walked away. I followed after her. “What the hell are you doing?” she questioned, walking faster and pulling her hood down. “I actually came to find you.”

“Whatever I’m doing, it doesn’t concern either of you. Actually, why are you here? Don’t tell me you’re stalking me. That’s a little desperate. unless you have something else to do?.” Richard stepped forward, blocking part of the exit, his cologne hitting me like a wall I didn’t ask to walk into. “You? Worth stalking? Please. You killed my children. That’s all you’ll ever be. A murderer. If I really want to stalk you I would have paid someone to do it.” His words hit harder than I expected. It wasn’t just what he said—it was how casually he said it. Like he’d been saving that insult just for today, waiting for a moment where I wouldn’t be able to pretend it didn’t hurt.

Chapter 8 This was not how I pictured my death. I always imagined I would be 93, lying in a pink casket with a yellow-themed burial ceremony. I never thought I would die at 20 with an axe in my chest, while my deranged stalker stood over me, laughing in my face. Okay, fine. The axe wasn’t in my chest yet. But the way he stood there, made it feel inevitable. While I ran. He walked. Like a predator who was sure of catching his prey, I felt like he was playing games with me, like he was punishing me.

Rather, they fixed their gazes on me, like I was an honored statue. And the moment I stepped in with my chin raised, I heard whispers among the werewolves. Some whispers were in my favor. But the rest was not. Not that I actually cared about that. It has been some days since I killed that stalker. And, with Daxter off my back, and with a few investigations, I was able to find the culprit behind the stalker. It was Kelly, again. But, I refuse to believe that Kelly was smart enough to do that. Someone must be behind her. But, who could it possibly be?

"Instead you decided to watch me from a distance, gather information about my life, and then stage a kidnapping when things got complicated. That's not honesty. That's stalking." "Stalking implies malicious intent. I never intended to hurt you." "Intent doesn't erase impact. You terrified me. You had your men run me off the road and drag me out of my car. You blindfolded me and tied me up and played strange sounds through hidden speakers that made my skin crawl. I thought I was going to die in that room." My voice cracked on the last word, and I hated myself for showing even that small weakness. "I was afraid, Adrian. Whatever you call yourself now, whoever you've become, you made me afraid.

I said with a hand gesture. After Killian left, I cleaned up the kitchen. Wiped down the counter, organized the cabinets. Just anything to keep my hands busy. But my mind kept wandering back to him. The way held me. The way he promised me safety. Once I was done I went upstairs, grabbed my laptop, and sat on the bed. Opened my manuscript. “ Forbidden protection” - the title stared back at me. I started writing it weeks ago. Before the stalking, before the shooting, before my perfect life turned to a hide-and-seek game.

she asked facing him “uh ...you see ... ahh,” he said nervously “yeah? I have told no one where I lived” “uh I kinda... followed you” he finally said “huh? you stalked me !?” “No not that I was too shy...” he tried to defend himself “you stole my books, stalked me and went to my home and you’re saying that you did it because you’re shy ?”