Killing Stalking Fanart Novels & Stories

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 Rowan says quietly, “He didn’t say which friend.” Liberty lets out a shaky laugh that turns into something raw. “That’s the point.” My chest aches with it. This is what stalking does: it makes language into a weapon. It turns your imagination against you until you can’t tell if the threat is outside the door or inside your skull. Miles looks up from his laptop. “We need to treat this as two possibilities: a bluff meant to force movement, or a real incident somewhere else.” Kellan nods. “And we don’t split.”

Kahlan was on the floor dazed from the beating she just took,she felt something on her face and touched it with her hand and saw blood on her fingers. She turned and saw Marcel poised for a fight and the man dashed towards him with his dagger raised to kill. ‘Ok he’s about to kill me!!, he’s about to kill me!!, Marcel you’re going to die, you’re going to die' Marcel chanted like mantra over and over in his head, his outward appearance showed him focused on his enemy with his muscles all tensed up but deep inside he was shaking.

That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive, I had to kill the person who killed Risa.

In the end, with no other option, Cindy confessed the identity of the man she'd been seeing. Shaun had already guessed who he was anyway. However, Cindy took things too far, insulting him by saying that he was useless. In a fit of anger, Shaun took a knife and stabbed her, slashing her face until she was disfigured. Then, he stormed to her lover's house and stabbed him as well, leaving him in a pool of blood. This horrifying scene was caught on camera and uploaded online. I was on my way to work when I heard sirens approaching. An ambulance sped past me. I shook my head, thinking nothing of it.

“You’ve done it. You’ll do it. You’re going to kill us.” “No!” Malachi shot up, a piece of paper stuck to his cheek. He ripped it off, looking around the circular office stood as if a time capsule. He hadn't changed anything yet, but his father's body was burnt, so today was the day. He picked up the paintings he had been keeping for this occasion, all painted by his talented best friend. He pushed his deep auburn hair out of his face and got to work removing some of the paintings, he wouldn't remove all of them, his father didn't need to be scrubbed from the walls.

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.

I remarked and Kyler chuckled. “The pictures you sent me through the mindlink were wow ! Are you an artist in painting bodies with blood ? The precision of the cuts and the streams of oozing blood were too accurately done !! I could swear you were sending me the images of a painting if I had not seen your victims walking and talking for real ! The artwork was beautiful but gory,” Kyler said with a shudder. “I know you paint red better, babe,” I snorted as I thought back about Kyler’s victims tonight. All of them had been left hanging on a tree and I swear, I would have loved to turn that tree into a Xmas one if he had used actual decorations instead of corpses.

I smirked. "Pfft...you are acting like we are friends or something," she said and wrinkled her nose. How cute. "You are right. We are not friends. We are lovers," I said and wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close. "I hate you. You are even more annoying than I was when I was stalking you," she pouted. "Oh, so you admit you were stalking me," I chucked. "It was a mistake. A mistake I'll never repeat with anyone ever again. And I am trying to stay far away from you too," she said quietly.

“He would have been dead too, but from the looks of it, killing him is a waste of blood and energy.” 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆! 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒔𝒂. 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒕... Of course, he knew Lucas was my ex; he was a stalker, a psychotic stalker. I felt my vision disappear slowly, and I fell, everything turned black; was I… dead?