Killing Stalking Comic の小説・ストーリー

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.

My arm is seized, and I’m spun around quickly. “Sometimes you’re not going to get healthy,” he says, voice low and unyielding. “Sometimes you’re going to get the toxic stalker who murders in cold blood. Sometimes you’re going to get the man who shows up in your bedroom at night just to fuck you. And sometimes… you don’t get a choice in the matter.” The toxic stalker who murders in cold blood? My eyes search his face, pulse hammering so hard it feels like it’s trying to escape my chest. “You’re scaring me.”

Then he laughed—a harsh, ugly sound. "You think this is over? You think because you scare a few wolves, you're Alpha again?" He stepped forward, his claws extending, his teeth baring. "I'm going to kill you, Stellan. I'm going to kill you, and then I'm going to kill your half-blood mate. And then I'm going to burn everything you ever loved." He lunged. --- Stellan met him mid-air. They collided with a crack that echoed across the frozen lake, their bodies twisting, their claws finding flesh, their teeth finding throats. The wolves behind them scattered, some fleeing, some watching, some waiting to see who would win.

“That guy trouble?” “Yeah,” she said, her voice steady. “He tried to kill me once. He might still want to.” Dee’s expression darkened. “Then we make sure he doesn’t get the chance again.” Aire smiled, a dangerous curve of her lips. This time, she didn’t need to fight alone. Dee’s presence gave her a sense of strength she hadn’t realized she needed. Together, they were more than fire—they were a storm. The figure in the alley moved slightly, just enough for Aire to catch the motion. She leaned closer to Dee. “We leave now. Before he decides to make a scene.”

" 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.

He’s holding a sniper gun pointing it directly at Carter. I vividly watched the scene. I would have been able to stop the shooter but I wanted to get rid of Carter. He is off the list as one less enemy to deal with. It happens so fast the shooter fires two shots one on his head and the second on his chest, the crowd shouts and a huge stampede bursts in. The killer uses the crowd to sneak by but I won’t let him out that easily standing from my chair I run forward the blue dress holds me back so I let Helen take control morphing into my wolf chasing the shooter.

“Not now. Not ever.” I drag the knife from his chest, licking the rain-washed blood off its edge before sliding it back into my pocket. My heart is wild, my head spinning, but I feel alive. I step back into the road, rain cascading over me, arms stretched slightly at my sides. A shadow among shadows. And then—movement. Someone else is there. Watching me. What happens when a stalker finds a stalker of his own?

I was here just for the kill, didn’t care about anything else. A smirk spread on my face as the man stumbled away. My men knew better than to intervene with any of my kills, they just stood back and watched. I pulled out my paragon warlock knife from the back of my pants, prefering to feel as I drained the life out of my victims. “Help!” The man kept screaming, collapsing down only to push up again and limp away from me. I stalked behind him, the knife sparkling in the dark. “Help! Help! Help me!” His screams got more frantic. I was tired of it, grabbing him from behind to wrap my arm around his neck, ready to dig my knife in.