Killing Stalking Character Novels & Stories

"But when I found out you were planning to sacrifice our pup to be a scapegoat for that whore Sarah…" I leaned in close, my voice a whisper only he could hear. "I would rather kill him with my own hands," I said, my voice utterly devoid of warmth, "than let him become a pawn in your disgusting game." "You… you're a monster…" Lucas's lips were white, his body shaking uncontrollably. He finally understood what he had lost. It wasn't for Sarah. It wasn't for the greater good. He, himself, had driven his own mate to kill their pup. He had turned his strongest warrior into this vengeful creature.

I simply stayed put at home, typing away on my keyboard. It so happened that I needed inspiration for my new book. So I used Logan as the blueprint for a character. It was a story of a psycho killer obsessed with his next-door neighbor. I put his character through hell in the pages. In the end, he was caught and given the death penalty. It was satisfying to kill him off on paper, at least. Just as I wrote “The End”, a cold draft crept up behind me. “The ending isn’t very good.” Logan’s voice boomed hauntingly.

"She told me I do not care about Cameron because I'm always happy. Truth is I'm not... I have a stalker out there and my brother is in coma, who wouldn't be disturbed?" "It's okay, babe. She probably misses him and seeing us act mushy mushy makes her feel lonely I guess." He used his thumb to caress my back and I was enjoying it all. "What about your stalker, heard from him?" "Not really. Maybe he finally stopped." I wrapped my hands around his neck and rested my jaw on his shoulder. "Hmm." He hummed and rubbed my back. "I hope that is true. You know once someone gets obsessed with something they want it all the time and if they can't get it, they kill who or whatever is in their way. They c

His hands felt heavy on the steering wheel. He slowed down as he tried steering the car toward the curb, some distant part of his mind recognizing that he was in trouble, that he needed to stop. But he couldn't make it. His muscles wouldn't obey. The last thing he registered was the feel of the steering wheel under his forehead as he slumped forward. Legs limp. Engine still running. Two bodies motionless in a car on a dark road. The killer watched the car from the shadows, patient and calculating. This was going to be a tricky one. This was too high stakes; the police were already sniffing around, asking questions about Lex's stalking behavior. This had to be clean.

'It appears to be that we need to reconsider our own staff! This thought streaked through Ross' brain, then, at that point, he considered something and said, "Does he need to kill them individually? Close battle or long-range shooting? In any case, regardless of what, his redesign this time will leave more hints for us. He has gradually left the shadows." Monica said, "You can say that, however the stalkers are the most perilous kind of chronic executioners. They will just go after brilliantly. They are like phantoms."

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?

It wasn't hit too badly to get injured but it was hard enough to feel the pain. "Dude, are you trying to kill me?" cried out Jackson holding his ducked head with his cuffed hands. After a while when he raised his head again and looked to his left, he was greeted by an empty driver's seat. Then his eyes went to the front only to see Stefan talking with his colleagues. "Seriously, who made them special cops anyways? Gossiping his colleagues while leaving their so-called 'Dr. Killer' alone in a car. If it was even any petty criminal in place of me then he would have already stolen his car and fled long gone by now."

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.

The part that’s not about the thrill, but something darker. “There’s a rush,” I admit, my voice low, almost casual. “But it’s not just about the power. It’s about the control. The precision. The planning. I don’t just go after random people, Alissia. I stalk them, learn everything about them—their routines, their weaknesses. When I finally make the move, it’s because I’ve already won.” Her eyes narrow, curiosity burning behind them. “So it’s not about the killing?” “No.” I shrug. “The killing’s just the end. The real work happens long before that.”

He’s our stalker, the one who has been following us for years. “You’re my stalker, aren’t you?” Adolf stops and looks at me. There’s shock on his face. “Stalker? Is that what you think? We didn’t stalk you, little flower. We watched you to make sure you were safe. You were ours the moment we set eyes on you, and nothing was going to change that.” My anger flares while Akia loses it in the back of our mind. I can’t believe this. The person mated to me, the person the Goddess herself sent to me, spent our younger years terrorizing me. He killed my parents, and he killed his own mother.