Killing Stalking Comic Novels & Stories

/Crack! Finally, I couldn't bear the pain any longer and fell weak to the ground. Dorian had not lied about his intent to kill Cassian. Immediately after finishing his speech, filled with anger and hatred towards his brother, Dorian stabbed Cassian in the abdomen with his sharp sword, causing Cassian's body to collapse and lose a significant amount of blood. /Step. Step. Step./ I began to lose breath, and amidst the unbearable pain, I could still hear the sound of footsteps beside my head.

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

"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."

"Kiss who?" Nolan grabs me and presses his lips on mine in response. I smell whiskey and cigar while the tip of his tongue traces the shape of my lips, then the seam in between. He is nibbling on my lower lip, setting fire in my body. This bastard is an excellent kisser, but I must fight it. This is Nolan Walters, and he is an arrogant, disgusting man and the rival of my father's company. I come to my senses and smash my Louis Vuitton heels on his right foot.

“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.

Stiles stood in the middle of the room, looking like his head was about to explode. “Wait, wait, wait!” Stiles yelled. “I am totally lost! Back up the bus! What do you mean Sky didn't kill him? Was he supposed to kill him? Is Sky—is he a professional hitman? Am I missing a huge chapter of the story here? Is everyone in this room a secret agent except for me? What's going on? Or….” Stiles’s eyes went wide in realization as he turned to Sky. “Wait... Sky, are you actually a—”

We are now searching for a twenty seven year old woman who is a killer, drugged with some heavy scientist shit that made her bat-shit crazy. After said we need to kill first when we spot her. “I'm not killing her, I'm finding Stacy, you can kill her.” I tell After as I walk slowly along the river keeping my eyes open. “Why do I have to do all the fucking killing, it gets annoying after a while.” “You should ask River,” I suggest. My foot catches on something that isn't pebbles or rock and I stop, take a step back, bend to my haunches and move the sand a bit so see what it is.

Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves? For mature audiences only due to the graphic nature of certain situations. Read at your own discretion. Triggers include: Age gap, stalking, graphic depictions of sexual content, (con/noncon/dubcon), death, kidnapping, mental health issues, abuse, addiction, bdsm, rough sex, unusual kinks, escorting, strong language, threesomes, drug use, dark erotica, slow burn, hate to love, forbidden romance, possessive, controlling, and dominant men, sociopathic behavior, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, trauma bonding, talk of past trauma from both Mc and li, gunp

Rejections are meant to weaken the other wolf, the bond being ripped out from the soul. The ground crumbles as Stacey’s grey wolf disappears from view. My head whips to Hunter as I swallow, knowing what lurks down below. I had asked for a few extra surprises in case these games were a little slow. I wanted to keep things interesting and, of all people to have fallen down there, it had to be her … fuck; she is going to kill me.

Everyone else chuckles as the man with the scar rises his gun, arm shaking as I look him in the eye. “You’ll be surprised what you learn in the Slums.” I deadpan, winking at the men as I raise my gun once more. "Well then I guess you’ll be just another Slums statistic when we kill you.” Blondie yells furiously, finger on the trigger. Unfortunately for them, they don’t get a chance to make good on that threat as Sky, Lia and Mia let bullets fly, killing each men with a shot to the heat for scar face, a shot to the head for blondie and a shot to the groin – which I believe is Sky’s shot – before I end the guy who’s ear I shot off with a shot to the head when he covers his now exploded groin.