Killing Stalking Characters Novels & Stories

" His slimy cum is all over the panties. I feel so disgusted and violated." Elijah stiffened, and through tear-filled eyes, I looked at him. My voice was blurry but I could make out the anger in his face. I don't think I've ever seen him this angry. "He fucking did what? That bastard is walking dead. I'm going to kill him with my bare hands, the moment I get my hands on him, he's dead." I could see that Elijah was not joking and something deep down told me that Elijah had killed before and he wouldn't find it different to kill the stalker. Instead of being terrified of him, I felt comforted, safe, and weirdly turned on.

We were only young, innocent children…how dare he base judgement upon us. I don’t wait, I don’t even give him the chance to acknowledge that someone was watching him, that I was better than him. I point my gun and take aim. Three down…I was shooting to kill and not wasting any time. I didn’t have any time to waste. With stealth I move into the hallway again, discreetly moving towards the kitchen. Two bodies laid on the floor, untouched. I said this would be their tombs. The other one has to be in the kitchen or near the back door, by the utility room that leads off from the kitchen.

“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.”

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..

"The body was gone." Nobody spoke. Nobody breathed. Even the rain outside seemed quieter. "The body was gone," Adrian repeated. "Victor was gone too." Quinn stared. "What about Mark?" Adrian swallowed. "Mark was still there." The room froze, because that changed everything. For years Adrian had believed Mark died. But according to his own memory, Mark survived. Victor survived. The body disappeared. And somebody removed every trace of what happened. Then Damian suddenly spoke. "What if that's why the killer is targeting everyone now?"

she agreed. “Exactly,” Deke cut in. “But the way this character took shots at you suggests there’s vengeance on his mind.” “He thinks you’re his,” said Jack. “But when he saw you having coffee with me, that’s the first time he tried to shoot you…like he wanted to punish you and keep anyone from having you if he couldn’t.” “That’s twisted.” Morgan grimaced. “Stalkers aren’t nice, normal guys.” Deke shrugged. She sighed. “I still have no idea who this is.”

Playing with Adam is tantamount to his own life. Killed him? Yes, of course. But not with Adam's own hands. Adam prefers to play with charlatans. He would make a disgruntled person suffer and want to end their own life. Very fun, right? Just try playing with Adam, so you know how it feels. It sure tastes great. TBC.

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.

I let out a choked cry as the stalker leaned down, plucked the phone from my useless grip, and tossed it into the pool with agonizing slowness. They didn't even watch it sink. They just grabbed me by the back of my dress and shoved me into the pool, before they did, the hood fell, allowing me to catch a glimpse of a scar on their neck and a bit of their side profile, everything was already blurry, making it unable for me to see who it was, since i was getting murdered, the least they could’ve done is a face reveal so i die knowing who my stalker was… not like it would change anything, but just to satisfy my curiosity. The air rushed past me, followed by the violent, icy impact of the water.

One of the men said swigging a knife in his hands, Keith clenched his jaw, taking a couple more steps closer to them. "Why are you stalking me now?". He growled "It's just simple. We're here to kill you" He said bluntly Keith rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow, smirking at them "Wow, okay! that was easy, so why do you want to murder me?.. "Are you for real? I don't really care about you to be honest, just hand over the girl" "What makes you think that I have her?" Keith asked crossing his arms over his chest