Killing Stalking Author 소설 & 이야기

“See? That’s your answer. I was not there. I have better things to do here—like jeopardizing my brother, for instance—than to stalk you.” “You didn’t just stalk me. You tried to kill him!” And because I was infuriated with the easy, nonchalant way he treated this, I slammed my hands hard on his desk to get his attention. “That is the worst thing you could have done! If you want me to still do your bidding, you need to stop stalking me and trying to kill Alexander!”

“Stalker?” “What else would you call it?” she asked with a shrug, feeling dread pull at her. “The second note admitted to Jess’s murder.” Zephyra had to take a few deep breaths, feeling panic try to gain a foot in her heart. After a moment, she explained what Richards had told her. An icy chill ran through Zephyra as it suddenly became all too real. Someone was stalking her. Had they been watching her? Had they been in her house? Zephyra shuddered, swallowing the fear and letting determination take its place. She wasn’t going to be afraid. “I’m going to help Richards catch this guy.”

Like dude, either step into the light or crawl back into whatever shadow you crawled out of. Now, my real life feels like a twisted sequel I never asked for? Because I’m actually living it. Facing almost the same predicament. Just that mine is worse. My stalker didn’t just watch me from across a street or leave cryptic messages. He didn’t just breathe too close behind my back. My stalker literally killed a human right before my eyes last two nights. Without hesitation. Without mercy. Blood. The sound. The way life left that body.The way his head was disconnected from his body. I can’t unsee it. I can’t unhear it. It’s carved into me now, deep and ugly and permanent..

He huffs, surprised into a laugh. “I don’t want to lecture you.” His voice gentles. “I want you safe.” Safe is a word like cotton. It looks soft and simple; it hides the burrs. I look at my hands. He waits. “I have a stalker,” I say, and the sentence lands with less drama than I expected. It’s been hovering so long, maybe the weight shook out of it. “He gets in. I don’t know how. He leaves things. He writes messages. He was in my apartment while I slept, Aaron.” My voice goes thin at the edges. “He showed me a picture of a dead man. He said he’d kill you.”

no one has the right to think that way about her. "records" I shouted and My secretary handed me a document which had all his information, molested a teen, Reported stalking girls at night, harassed a school going girl, Raped a girl. "How the hell are you freely wondering after so many crimes?" I Shouted and Fired the gun on his head. "You no longer will." I walked out of the basement and walked upstairs towards my room. I threw my body on the bed and stared at the ceiling. - I feel better after killing that criminal.

He played with them. “When did you…? Are you stalking me?” “Yes.” And he was admitting with a straight face. Wait, if he was truly stalking me, then he should have seen all the weird things I did while I was alone. “You’re weird,” I chuckled. But I quickly took a serious expression. “Do you know who was murdered?”

Whoever it is wanted to unsettle me and maybe they got off seeing me panic. “Someone is stalking you and you think there is no need to take any action? Do you know how dangerous and stupid that is? What if it’s connected to the red- eyed – wolf?” My heart skips a beat at that. I never really thought of it like that but maybe I should have. What if the others got similar notes and their pictures were secretly taken and sent to them right before they were killed. I mean it makes sense right? For this thing whatever it is to stalk first before killing. He or she would have to know details about the person they planned to kill.

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

“I would remember shoveling the driveway in freezing cold. Or lifting the airfryer—it’s heavy. Something’s wrong. Something’s really wrong.” “I said, let’s take it easy,” Sam says, low and measured. He grabs my hand and leads me into the library, steadying me. “Step by step. We write it down. Finish our homework. Baby steps.” “When did this stalking start?” Tessa asks as we settle at a corner table in the back, the library unusually quiet. Dust motes float in the sunlight slanting through tall windows. Sam slams his criminology textbook onto the table and flips open his laptop. “Let’s map it out. Timeline.”

“Someone is stalking me.” It was scary as fuck. I’d never been stalked but I’d heard stories about other women who ended up getting killed by their stalkers. I didn’t know if the person had a vendetta against me or Caspian, but considering they sent the pictures to Caspian, they were doing it to fuck with him. Was this what I had to endure to be with him again? I rushed to my sink and hunched over it, but nothing came out and I only ended up dry heaving but Caspian was there to rub my back gently. “Don’t be scared, baby. They won’t be able to hurt you.”