Killing Stalking Characters Novels & Stories

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.

I furiously said. “Why would I tell you? I’m not slow. Whatever I say will be against me. So, letting you figure it out makes things more interesting— don’t you think.” Brad began to laugh. Every time we moved closer, Brad gently squeezed the trigger. We are dead if we try anything. I glanced at my coworker, who was on the ground bleeding from the back. Fuck. “Why stalked women?? Why those people specifically?” I asked. “Stalking is such a strong word; I prefer INTENSE RESEARCH OF AN INDIVIDUAL,” Brad stated as he pulled the trigger. I fell onto my knees— I began to black out.

She whispered again and I replied to her with a simple yes while awkwardly hugging her, trying not to give out our conversation to the man with the gun sitting behind the wheel, in front of us. Minutes later we arrived at an abandoned warehousing complex, he parked the car and told us to get out. But before I even get out Jill pretend to trip and out of nowhere pulled a knife and stabbed the guy to his gut. He didn't see it coming and he slumped to his back his head hit the cement hard. The stalker barely had time to point his gun at Jill, I know should've lain low but my body went still.

"Maybe she doesn't want to like you anymore? Why can't you leave her alone, you bully?" It was true. I was slowly going back to my old self. The possessive asshole Aaron who always got his way. But I didn't care at this point. I felt a strong desire toward my silly little stalker girl. It was as if we were switching roles. I was the one who was stalking her now. Oh, how the table has turned.

Blake POV I’m patient. I’m careful. I make them doubt their reality before they ever realize what’s truly happening. That’s why my method works so much better than anyone else’s. Most stalkers want the rush of the chase, the quick gratification of a confrontation. They can’t resist the temptation to show their hand too soon. But me? I enjoy the slow burn. I take my time, watching their lives fall apart from the inside, all while they’re looking over their shoulder, trying to figure out where the danger is coming from.

“And now, you’ll know what it feels like to lose everything. Because Daphne, after running, after catching me, you think there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, right?” I stared at him, cold fear creeping up my spine. “You must be wrong. I’m not the root of your problems. I was hired to go after you. I already had a purpose with you by killing two birds with one stone. Someone out there wants to take down Charles Sinclair. And guess what? You’ll never know who.” With a sudden and terrifying speed, he pulled a gun from his back pocket. Sebastian yelled, running towards him, “NOOO!” Time slowed as the stalker raised the gun, his finger on the trigger. The shot rang out.

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.

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?

But Liza’s thoughts stopped again when Hunter spoke again. “As for the case of whether I am your stalker or not, well, I guess you could say that yes, I am a stalker.” Liza’s eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips, and she thought, ‘I was right! He is a stalker!’ And the moment she thought of Hunter being her stalker, fear slowly crept up. She’s heard many dangerous and scary stories and rumors about stalkers doing unimaginable things to the people they are obsessed with. Some of it even resulted in killings.

"I don't know. Criminals have all kinds of looks. Some are even people you would never think of. Especially stalkers and serial killers" "Oh my God, you think I'm a stalker?" "No. Most likely a serial killer" "What are you talking about, lady?" "Get out of my car" "What?" he asked, looking around. When he realized that he'd followed them to the car, he smiled sheepishly, then got out, "I'm sorry, I didn't..." Thea rolled the windows up, successfully shutting him out. As she reversed out of the parking lot, Emilia laughed. "Why are you laughing? Do you realize that someone was trying to kill you?"