Killing Stalking Comic Novels & Stories

I reply, shaking my head. “But serial killers are totally fine?” she laughs in disbelief. “There’s also assassins, kidnappers for hire, war criminals, bent cops—” I hold up a hand, cutting her off. “Whoa, okay. Let me get a pen and paper. We need to categorize these.” I grab a notebook and a pen, then sit back down, ready to make this madness tangible. “Okay, so there’s stalkers.” Jenni rolls her eyes and grabs the pen from me. “No, no, no. There are types of stalkers.” She scribbles something down before handing it back to me.

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

Tyrelle yelled at Al. “Attack? Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t have any proof.” Al retorted, giving Tyrelle the same glare that was given to him. “Proof? How about having your scent all over the place? How about Stacey dying? Does that ring any bell? You just wanted to make sure that you’re previous attempt of murdering her was finished!” My jaw dropped at the news. Tyrelle did mention one casualty in the hospital, but I never thought it would be someone we knew. Much less the person that Al tried to kill once.

"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.

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.

Alissa walked to her dorm room and she lay on her bed. Her heart calmed a bit and she couldn't believe that had just happened. She tried not to panic at all, but she was. So many questions swirled in her head. What did he mean when he said that he would not let her off easily next time? Why did she have to fall? Did he now know that she was the one who had stalked him? Alissa tossed and turned until she fell eventually fell asleep. Alissa's eyes slowly opened, and she found that there was a lot of light streaming in, which meant that she had slept past afternoon.

But he thought it was just hearsay. "Don't kill me, please. I'll pay anything." One corner of Kay's lips lifted, creating a murderous smile. Makes anyone who sees it will feel goosebumps. There was no doubt that her eyes were unique. As if that woman wouldn't stop until her job was done. Kay's hand between her and Sean's body was releasing the slide which was the top of the gun. "I'll still kill you. Wherever you hide, I'll find you. When your name is on the Noxious list, you will die. Even in a cruel way."

" 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.

she rolls her eyes and the other older women chuckles softly. Killian’s eyes have not looked at her once. They were pinned on me. He was wearing a devious smirk. It was barely there, but I could sense it. Sense the eagerness he was watching me with. His patience has run thin and now I know I am being stalked and there was no escape from the big bad wolf.

The Killing Game FL: She is stalked by a strange man who later offers to kill those who bully her. She is frightened about his offer and wants to get rid of him, but it is useless. One day when she is teased by her stepmother, she summons the courage to hit her with a golf club and her stepmother falls down to the ground, unconscious. Just then, the doorbell rings. It is him. He helps her clean up the scene and does the last stroke to kill her stepmother. Then, she agrees to do the game with him---they help each other to kill those who they don’t like. But she feels horrified all the time and finds out she cannot return to normal anymore. What is odd is that she can feel his sincere love tow