Killing Stalking Comic Novels & Stories

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

"Ok, I really think that you are losing it. Who is even this Ashley?" "Don't act like you don't know." Jake sneered, coming at me but Russell held him back. "I know you killed her." And leave it up to Jake to be the only one to accuse me of some girl's death. "Do you even hear yourself right now?" I asked, drinking my spinach smoothie. Again, Jake managed to turn our wonderful day into a pointless story. “She is crazy and a stalker.” Jake said, Still pointing his dirty fingernails in my face.

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.

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.

Iliana’s POV: My eyes snapped open. A scream erupted in the air. It wasn’t his. It was mine. He, on the other hand, was utterly and eerily silent. Not even a scream, not even a hiss. He was standing still as if the last few minutes never happened. I had stabbed him. I had stabbed my stalker. Oh God, what the fuck did I do. Why did I do it? How could I kill a living being?

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?

The most hardened criminals became putty in his hands. After all, the subconscious cannot lie. Countless reporters waited outside, their cameras rolling, ready to broadcast the historic moment. [The truth is finally coming out! Can't wait!] [How does a coma patient kill someone? Is she actually psychic?] [Could she be a metahuman? Like, with some kind of unknown superpower?] [Everyone, stop guessing. She's about to confess everything herself!] Dr. Sterling expertly steered our conversation into a deep, probing exchange.

"They end up dead or destroyed." "But did he stalk them?" Lauren couldn't process what she was hearing. Liam wasn't just a stalker. He was a killer. Had been killing women for almost a decade. Women who'd told him no. Women who'd rejected him. Women like her. "No way to tell. Not all women report a man harassing them, and some women are flattered by the attention but still say no. Aside from you and Michelle, no other stalking reports were filed. But here's the really sick part," Nate added. "I think he gets bored with women who say yes too easily. The ex-girlfriends all said he'd seem really into them at first, but then he'd cool off once the relationship was established. Like the thrill wo

“AKIA! DON’T!” “I FOUND OUT THAT ARES IS MY STALKER!” The moment those words leave her mouth, my blood starts to boil. “ARES SAW ME ALL THOSE YEARS AGO AND DECIDED THAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HIS! HE HARASSED ME, MY FAMILY, AND MY FRIENDS FOR YEARS!” The tide is turning for me. I vowed to make her stalker pay for all of the pain he put her through, and now I know that person is my brother. He terrorized our mate, and that has to be answered for. “ARES AS MY STALKER, NOT ONLY HARASSED ME. HE IS THE ONE WHO KILLED MY PARENTS!” I feel my body shaking in rage. Roul is pacing in my mind, begging to be let free. “HE NOT ONLY KILLED MY PARENTS-”

“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.”