Killing Stalking Author Novels & Stories

“Now I’m ‘your Luna’ when it’s convenient?” His hands slammed down on the desk on either side of my hips. Before I could fully register he’d moved. The wood creaked under the impact. I hadn’t even realized I’d backed up, but there I was, hip pressed into the edge of the desk, his arms bracketing me in a living cage. He wasn’t touching me anywhere else. He didn’t have to. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, eyes burning. “Men like him don’t just *watch*,” he said, voice low, each word vibrating in my bones. “They find something interesting, and they stalk it. They test the line. They prod. They push. Until the thing they want is on their side of the border.”

His featureless face was calm, his hands empty, but his posture was that of a man who knew the fight was already over. “Mr. Rogers,” the man said, his voice a bland, neutral tenor. “A valiant, predictable effort. The aquatic distraction. The service entrance. Mr. Stalker’s signature is all over it.” Anton’s heart hammered against his ribs. The drive continued to pulse, a tiny, hopeful heartbeat in the face of the killer’s void. “He miscalculated,” the killer continued, taking a step forward. “He thinks like an operative. I think like a custodian. I clean the house. I don’t guard the front door.”

“I don’t recognize him, and—” “Oh,” I seethed, “I know him. One of the first things he said to me was, ‘They’ll kill him to get to you.’ ‘Him’ meaning me, ‘you’ meaning Steph. ‘The rogues want you.’” My voice went darker. “He’s stalking us.” Without heeding Kellen’s warning, I strode across the hall, my shoes clicking loudly on the marble, and got in the rogue’s unimpressed face. “You tailed us here, Arrio. That’s not fucking cool.”

"But the truth is I'm not believing that the rebel are the real culprit here. I secretly investigated this case and my hunch was right. It was the vampires again! They are the one who did the killings here in Riverious!" "V-Vampires? How would they even do that? There's a boundary, Papa and they should just be in Kliterion because that's their territory! They can't go here that instantly! It's impossible!" "No, it's not impossible because the real mastermind in this case are the Stavros. I already talked to the Stavros couple just recently reason for me to not go home here early." He clenched his jaw and tightened his fist. "They're really the worst! They have no conscience at all! They are

“Right! Miss Heather can I get this straight? When did I become a villain to your life? You trust Ben but you don’t trust me. Is it because he is the manager and I’m just a troll to Killian?” “I was told to kill somebody Killian. The stalker wants me to plant a bomb to the wedding dress” Heather yelled and everybody was in awe. “Shit” Kate groaned. “Oh my God Heather” Sophia stammered. “Yes. It’s awkward right?” “What are we gonna do about this?” Sophia hesitated “I think I have an idea on who can really stalk your stalker” Kate said and glanced at Jane. “Kenny” they said in unison. “Kenny?” Heather stared at them.

I should try my luck. Stan smirked and turned his head to me. "Miss Detective, you want to know who killed the two students?" He pointed Steele with a nod. "It's him. He killed them." My gaze drifted to Steele. I had this feeling that it wasn't done by a human. I just didn't expect it was him. But for what reason? "Why?" I asked. "He kills anyone without a reason," Stan butt in. Steele glared at him. "Did you really kill them?"

I never wanted to kill Katharine, but seeing she had a thing for creating trouble where she shouldn't, maybe it was time for the poetic killer to pay her a visit. I read through the text she sent to Andre. Joining the police was part of my first big move. It was playing it's part decently. Providing with the right cover under their noses while they search for a criminal out there. Gave me the resource I needed to keep track of his every move. I read through the message, aww... So heart touching. I drove down to her house, waiting just outside, again thanks to the police, stalking a civilian was easy. She walked out of the house, highlighted into her car.

"I'm ready for you to kick my ass. Get a few practice partners lined up." "Is this afternoon too soon?" "Not soon enough." I dreaded my next call, but bit the bullet anyway. "The world must be coming to an end. What's up, bitch?" Valery said with her usual air of superiority. I went straight to the point. "I'm not sure if you've heard about my stalker. He's killed two people. My friends, or in your case not so friendly acquaintances, could be on the list." "Wow, Daddy must be keeping this quiet in the media."

I was so angry it was like all my actions were of their own accord "At least answer the fucking question and maybe I can finally get one sufficient night's rest without my thoughts being filled with the murderous stalker that occupies my house whenever he wants! With a growl, He stands up and takes a step forward, his shadow falling over me. I'm five foot six and I have to tilt my head back to look at him. "Let me make one thing clear," he takes another step closer to me and I do the opposite "I owe you nothing. And anything I do happens because I can. I killed that guy you brought home because you let him touch you. I killed the guy at the club because you kissed him and gave him privileges

soldiers never died. Some were agents skilled in disguise, others were forensic specialists who could fake a corpse. The gory crime scenes were nothing more than Hollywood-grade special effects. Except for Enzo. He knew he had a terminal illness and was living on borrowed time. He used his last breath to stage that gruesome suicide in front of the whole world, just to push public fear and outrage to its peak. As for Dr. Sterling, the psychologist who jumped into the lake. He was the father of one of the kidnapped boys, and the architect of this psychological warfare.