Killing Stalking Author Novels & Stories

Could her ex be attempting to provoke a reaction now that he can no longer stalk her? But as soon as the second thought enters my head, I immediately discard it. No, it can’t be. The man is a coward—most stalkers are. Only Yannick would be rash enough to choose explosive violence like this. But why? I had assumed that he wanted Camila alive for some unknown purpose. But maybe I was wrong? Then again, maybe this shooting wasn’t meant for Camila. There’s something I’m not seeing here. I’m sure of it.

Everyone else stares at her like she just confessed to murder. That’s not creepy at all. A shiver honestly runs down my back. “You do realize that’s called stalking?” I ask, unsettled by how unapologetic she looks. “I did nothing wrong. I could’ve been waiting for someone at the curb,” she replies smugly. “You literally admitted you saw me walk in and decided to wait outside just to spy on me. That’s not waiting. That’s obsession and it’s kind of wrong, not to mention creepy as fuck.”

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

“And then I figured out you were a stripper. You seemed too soft for that job and I thought you needed help. Obviously later I figured out you’re not some helpless little girl, but I still wanted to protect you.” I lick my lips. “You could’ve come up to me in the club.” He nods. “Yes, and then you’d always just see me as a costumer. You’d also probably think I’m a creep.” “Yes, that’s so much more creepy than stalking.” I smile and he smirks. “Did you follow me home the night you killed Jim?” I ask and he nods. “Yes. I just reacted when I saw him attacking you, I didn’t think.”

The sight of her covered in blood, unable to heal, made his stomach churn. They hurt her, they made her this way. Wasn't it enough? Losing a child, getting stalked—hadn't she endured enough suffering? The stalking , making her look over her shoulder every second. Whoever was stalking her was probably good at his or her job or wasn't human or a moon creature. They had evaded his detection so far, leaving little to no trace. It was a matter for another day. He clenched his fists, rage battling within him. He couldn't waste any more time. He had to find her.

"That's great heard the previous season was a huge hit. So are starting anything new. What are your plans?" "I have a new book I'm working on. I'm thinking of a thriller. I want to do like a story about a guy who stalks a girl that he is obsessed with. They become a couple because of all the stalking he knew her likes and dislikes. He then ends up killing people who he believes is a threat to ruin the perfect love story which the girl later discovers. Question would be would she be able to accept him or not." "That seems dark. It's different from what you write but I'm intrigued and would love to read the whole story."

I screamed, trembling violently. “Well… Who asked him to try to escape? I should have known that having him here was an issue. Killing him first would be the easiest for me since he's already down…” The stalker trailed off and knelt beside him, slapping his already bloodied face. The way his head was moved to the other side, I noticed the pool of blood that had begun to gather under his head. “N… No.” I stammered. “Oh? It seems like he hit his head too hard when he fell. He's bleeding. I guess I don't even have to kill him myself. He'll die of blood loss even if I don't do anything.”

I can feel their concern through the bond whilst mixing with their determination. "Nova." Killian's voice softens slightly. "Look at us." I reluctantly meet his gaze. "We almost lost you last night," he continues whilst something raw in his expression. "When we found your room empty, when we realised you had climbed out that window... Do you have any idea what that did to us?" The pain in his voice makes my chest tighten. "The stalker is watching you," Ken adds whilst his grey eyes intense. "They know your routine. They know when you are alone. They are waiting for the perfect moment to strike again."

Under the shadows (Warning-This chapter has mature content) Alister’s POV I let out the smoke and leaned back on my throne, it has been a while since I killed someone, two days presumably. I sigh and see a man being dragged my way, he fell down right on my shoes and I lifted his face using my shoe. “Pakhan(leader), we have found the man” said a man and I nodded at him slightly. The man lowered his gaze with terror and I gave him a bored expression, “Name?” .

I'm stuck with you till death' “That's not going to work.” I swallowed, watching as a few ladies kept staring at Killan. They weren't just staring—they were gawking at him. I suddenly wanted to shove him inside for my eyes alone. He was too beautiful to be beholded by the world. I raked my fingers through my hair, exhaling out loud. “First, you barged into my school, and now, you're stalking me at my work place. What exactly are you?” “Your loyal servant.” He grinned, taking a majestic sip of the coffee again.