Killing Stalking Comic Novels & Stories

She cursed the tears that had made her miss her way so… cursed the entire town and the day she ever set foot in it. Natalie had always thought Clarksville was bad— and to be honest, it was, but at least she could deal with the things that happened to her over there, Being bullied and being the town outcast seemed to be nothing when placed in comparison to having a stalker watch your every mood while claiming you as his! Oh Natalie, but what makes you think it’s a man? Her subconscious mocked darkly, drawing a shiver out of the young, scantily-clad woman. She didn’t even have time to contemplate if her shivering had to do with her thoughts or with the chilly nature of her surroundings, for sh

He only snickered and continue to do what he was doing when I had enough and grabbed him by his shoulders, making him look at me. His eyes are annoyed, more annoyed than it was yesternight. “ Are you stalking me?” I asked once again, wanting a reaction from him. Major Sullivan shook his head and held my chin before making me look at what he did on my wall. My eyes widens as I saw his work. “ Not me…him,” he mentioned and point his index finger to Kiko. But then, I follow his fingers and saw another picture. “ Or him,” he sighs before pointing at the prime minister’s picture. Ares was stalking me?! What the hell is going on!?

Herne asked from the door. Warren nodded and buried his face in his hands, “You probably think I'm weak to be crying right now.” He spat and sniffled. “No lad, nothing eases the loss of a loved one. Did the creature on the footage do it?” “She was killed by some dwarf-like creatures. I learned about our red-eyed stalker from a camera phone In Fox Creek. It screamed and knocked everyone in the store out at once. I never saw what happened after,” Warren sniffled and wiped his nose on the back of his sleeve.

She made no attempt to fight them even when the light burst from every corner and she was blindingly ushered into an office. "You're the wolf that killed my father", growled Alpha Mathew of the Stark Pack. He held his position behind his mahogany desk – his fist curling as she entered the room. He had taken over at the age of twenty-five when the news of his father's death had reached them. "Why didn't you kill me?" "You didn't deserve mercy", he stood from the wilted leather chair and made his way towards her. It was something he had battled with during her capture. His father would not have killed her in case she proved useful, therefore he had reluctantly left her in the cells to rot.

Only Sumire couldn't smell the scent of death and was unaware of what was happening around her. Mort was grotesquely killing the immortals who were after Sumire's life in the blink of an eye while Narco was distracting her. Due to his lightning speed, Sumire failed to notice the two to four seconds of Mort's disappearance in the place to protect her from assassination. Stavros, on the other hand, was on full alert. The boy couldn't understand why they dared to attempt to kill his mate. Whoever the mastermind behind sending these perpetrators is now going unhinge as all they sent met their inevitable end. "Young master, it's getting late. Your father is sending us home." Leaned, Klauss whispe

"Fractured rib, concussion. And a near-fatal gunshot wound. But he’ll live.” "It wasn't random. Scorpion's marking territory again." I stood slowly, walking towards the window. "Yeah. Killian’s been busy lately, tracking him.” "Then watch your back. This isn't the same game as before. He's not just baiting Killian anymore. He wants blood. Yours. The girl's. Whatever he can use to make Killian spiral." I turned, glancing back towards the staircase. That's when I saw him. Killian stood at the top of the stairs, shirtless, his hair perfectly blown out after his shower. His body was still a mess. But he was still sexy as hell. And those grey sweatpants weren’t helping.

I was so angry it was like all my actions were of their own accord "At least answer the fucking question and maybe I can finally get one sufficient night's rest without my thoughts being filled with the murderous stalker that occupies my house whenever he wants! With a growl, He stands up and takes a step forward, his shadow falling over me. I'm five foot six and I have to tilt my head back to look at him. "Let me make one thing clear," he takes another step closer to me and I do the opposite "I owe you nothing. And anything I do happens because I can. I killed that guy you brought home because you let him touch you. I killed the guy at the club because you kissed him and gave him privileges

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.

Behind her, unknown to her, pressed against the wall, Mia stood whimpering and horrified, throwing up after witnessing all that had happened. Karma rolled her eyes nonchalantly, “I thought you left?” She walked over to where Mia stood shivering, “tsk tsk tsk tsk! He deserved it. And no, I am not evil. I am actually serving justice because everyone he had hurt, which includes a ten years old boy who is currently in the hospital, because that monster sexually molested him and threatened him. So you see, I am the good guy here.” Karma turned to look at her handwork, satisfied with a bright smile on her face. “Oooohhh! Your balance. Mtchew, I forgot. I have cash, hope you don't mind taking cash?

“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—”