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Yes, I killed someone by accident, but things were way deeper than him just taking the fall for me. Kenai was a torment to me. He was terrifying. He wanted more than a stepbrother should want from a stepsister. And when he decided to take the fall for something I accidentally did, I let him. Just to be free of him. But for the past two years, it seemed his ghost had come back to haunt me. Strange things started happening. Little things. Like my favorite brand of soap showing up at my doorstep in unmarked boxes. Doors unlocked. Drawers rearranged. My charger missing only to appear right back a day later. Then the dreams started. Then the sensations. Then last night.

Lena added. Grabbing her shoulder and staring into Stacey’s eyes, she shook her violently, causing her to snap out of her dream of killing someone. She looked into stacey’s black orbs for a while before shaking her head, “I don’t think you have it in you to kill someone and bury it for a long time.” Stacey shook her head, refusing to allow Lena’s words to sink into her head, “no..no:.you don’t get it…the day I got here…I almost killed a maid. I wanted to kill her if not for Janiya stepping in.” She stuttered.

"We found photos of you and your girlfriend, together and apart. It looked like he had been stalking you for a while. We also found the clothes he had worn when he'd killed Connor Grey. They were hidden in his closet and the DNA matched. We're still investigating but all I can say for now is that your business partner was obsessed with your girlfriend. It happens when people think they're in love but by killing Mr. Grey, Duke Copeland had taken his obsession to the next level. There's no saying what he would have done to Miss Rutherford hadn't she ran from him. These kinds of cases are a bit hard to solve because we never really know when the perpetrator's behavior escalates. Most stalkers s

“Yo, what the fuck is this, Brix?” I aim the gun below his waist, knowing that anything above is classified as attempted murder, and I'm not trying to take a charge for that. “I fucking warned you to stay the fuck out of my shit with my little bird, didn't I?” “She was bound to find out that you were fucking stalking her. All I fucking did was speed up the heartbreak.” “Oh, you think this shit is funny?” Aiming at his knee, I fire my gun and watch him collapse to the pavement, hollering at the top of his lungs as the bullet pierces right through his flesh.

" His slimy cum is all over the panties. I feel so disgusted and violated." Elijah stiffened, and through tear-filled eyes, I looked at him. My voice was blurry but I could make out the anger in his face. I don't think I've ever seen him this angry. "He fucking did what? That bastard is walking dead. I'm going to kill him with my bare hands, the moment I get my hands on him, he's dead." I could see that Elijah was not joking and something deep down told me that Elijah had killed before and he wouldn't find it different to kill the stalker. Instead of being terrified of him, I felt comforted, safe, and weirdly turned on.

Alissa walked to her dorm room and she lay on her bed. Her heart calmed a bit and she couldn't believe that had just happened. She tried not to panic at all, but she was. So many questions swirled in her head. What did he mean when he said that he would not let her off easily next time? Why did she have to fall? Did he now know that she was the one who had stalked him? Alissa tossed and turned until she fell eventually fell asleep. Alissa's eyes slowly opened, and she found that there was a lot of light streaming in, which meant that she had slept past afternoon.

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

Playing with Adam is tantamount to his own life. Killed him? Yes, of course. But not with Adam's own hands. Adam prefers to play with charlatans. He would make a disgruntled person suffer and want to end their own life. Very fun, right? Just try playing with Adam, so you know how it feels. It sure tastes great. TBC.

I kissed her one more time and caresses her arm softly. I didn't want to know, I actually like where we are at that moment. I didn't want any complications with what we have. I know I like her to the point that I was willing to see past her issues, thinking as long as she's not a stalker then I'm good. Lighting never strikes twice in one place. I'm a famous author, but I never think of myself as too famous that I'd have another stalker lover in my life. One was enough, one was a big mistake.

Anderson gave each of his teammates a file containing all information about the victims. They were looking at the files thoroughly while Mr. Anderson continued explaining the case. “Secondly, about the killing style. The killer first kidnaps his victims and then tortures them until they die of starvation.” “So it means that he doesn't actually kill them himself. He just tortures them and lets them die on their own!!!!” The youngest mumbled in a confused expression. “But that doesn't change the fact that he is the killer. Because those men died because of him. If it wasn't for him they wouldn't have died in the first place. He didn't kill them directly, he still killed them indirectly.” Said