Killing Stalking Ending Novels & Stories

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

Ellie replied flatly, she made sure to look Stacy in the eyes as she spoke to convey the truth, even though she knew the Dragon-shifter was reading her, Stacy looked to Drake who nodded letting the Wolf know that so far Ellie was speaking truth, “How do you know?” Ellie scoffed and flicked a curled lock of bright blonde hair out of her face, “Because dear, he has already killed two of you,” she paused to let that sink in before continuing, “Nicolas and Diane, killed at the site of their personal plane, no forensic evidence and no cause of death, despite the Succubus’s best efforts,” Valaria and Stacy’s looks mirrored one another, they hadn’t told anyone outside of the enforcers and Mal, “Wha

I tried to silence my fall, however, was unsuccessful. "Is that Princess I see?" Chase questioned Kayden. Kayden spat on Chase's shoes. He reached for his gun, however, Chase was the quicker draw. Chase shot Kayden once in the forehead, killing him instantly. Tears began to puddle in my eyes, as I saw Kayden's lifeless body fall to the floor. "That's for killing Jared." Chase hissed, kicking Kayden's body.

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

"We found photos of you and your girlfriend, together and apart. It looked like he had been stalking you for a while. We also found the clothes he had worn when he'd killed Connor Grey. They were hidden in his closet and the DNA matched. We're still investigating but all I can say for now is that your business partner was obsessed with your girlfriend. It happens when people think they're in love but by killing Mr. Grey, Duke Copeland had taken his obsession to the next level. There's no saying what he would have done to Miss Rutherford hadn't she ran from him. These kinds of cases are a bit hard to solve because we never really know when the perpetrator's behavior escalates. Most stalkers s

Iliana’s POV: My eyes snapped open. A scream erupted in the air. It wasn’t his. It was mine. He, on the other hand, was utterly and eerily silent. Not even a scream, not even a hiss. He was standing still as if the last few minutes never happened. I had stabbed him. I had stabbed my stalker. Oh God, what the fuck did I do. Why did I do it? How could I kill a living being?

“THAT IS NOT TRUE!” "It is. And I’m sorry that you cannot accept it. Bane…..he's finished. From the stories I heard he was killed off not too long after I shot Nathaniel” After she did what? "You shot Nathaniel," I spat, my voice cracking as I forced myself to look up at her. "Your own nephew” “Yes, Amaya. My very own nephew. The same one who grew up running through the halls. The same one trusted me blindly. I shot him and I watched the blood pool under him”

Phoenix asked, her eyes reflecting the cold blue light of the monitors. Kael looked at his ruined hands, then at the door leading to his son. "I’m ready for him to see me die to keep you safe," Kael said, his voice full of a desperate, self-destructive hope. "That’s the only way I can see him again." Outside, in the shadows beyond the perimeter wall, a low, distorted howl tore through the night—the Council's Stalkers answering the arrival of the Nightfall forces. "The anchor is cracked," a voice whispered into the comms on the desk, the frequency crackling with necrotic static.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."