Killing Stalking Comic Novels & Stories

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.

“You wouldn’t. You don’t have the guts.You’ve never killed anyone.” I throw my head back and laugh, a dark grin spreading on my lips. “Actually… I have.” She looks at me like I'm lying. “Who?” I grin. “Khlan.” Fear slams into their faces so fast it’s almost funny. “That’s impossible,” Lily whispers. “You couldn’t have killed Khlan. He is the most dangerous thug on this block." I blow casually on my free hand. “Funny. I hear rumors are going around that a girl killed Khlan.”

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.

Trigger warning - rated 18+ This book has graphic sex scenes, addiction to sex, violence like murder and threats, betrayal, grief, and trauma. It shows sex used for control or revenge. If you’re sensitive to sexual coercion, addiction, or strong violence, please be careful. CHAPTER 1 ~ Skye ~ Nova pinned me hard against the wall. His thick cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaking pussy. He thrust up into me with steady, brutal force. Each stroke stretched me wide open and slammed right into that sweet spot until my legs shook.

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.

“If I can't have you, I don't want to exist in this world. You said to die. So I'll die.” I should have been afraid. I should have rushed to stop him, pleaded, and promised anything to make him drop that blade—instead, something cold and furious uncoiled in my chest. I laughed and laughed until my eyes watered. Stein stared at me. “What—why are you—” “Do it,” I challenged, wiping my eyes. “Go on, Stein. Do it. Slit your fucking wrists if you've got the guts.” “Kai—”

Mindy hurried excitedly to answer it, and three dubious-looking men in shabby costumes walked through the door. The moment I saw their leader, a man with a large mole on his face, the blood in my veins went cold, and my fingernails dug deeply into my palms. It was them! In my past life, these three "exorcists" took Mindy's money and struck me to death with a so-called holy scepter drenched in dog's blood! Suppressing the murderous rage surging inside me, I lowered my head obediently and stepped aside. The fake exorcists entered the bedroom and theatrically circled Sam's bed, before a mole-faced man slapped his thigh dramatically.

I didn't think I'd ever cared this much about my life, but getting brutally murdered in a psychopath's home that I may have or may have not willingly walked into wasn't exactly a prideful way to die. Bam! A wack came to the top of the table, and I swallowed my heart and everything else that functioned inside of me. I could see his legs from the little space where I was crouched. He was so close to me. That was how I knew it was his fist he slammed against the table so hard. "This is…not happening!" His voice rang through the walls of the quiet room. "No, not again! This is not happening again!" Another hit followed, and the table shook like it was going to crumble.

/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.

The cake testing. Laughing with Cian on her lap as she dusted crumbs from his cheeks. Stepping outside the bridal boutique. Emerging from the hairstylists’. Just that. A series of photographs. But the fear had been awakened in her. She leaned back in the seat of the SUV as it sped along. She had been sure that someone was watching her. Her gut instinct had not been wrong… This was just a message. She knew it. Her Stalker, the man who had come so close to killing her, was still at it.