Killing Stalking Fanart Novels & Stories

Playing with Adam is tantamount to his own life. Killed him? Yes, of course. But not with Adam's own hands. Adam prefers to play with charlatans. He would make a disgruntled person suffer and want to end their own life. Very fun, right? Just try playing with Adam, so you know how it feels. It sure tastes great. TBC.

Hunter yelled, seeing me on the floor and Drystan leaning over me. "No!" I screamed as my bodyguard lurched at Drystan, but it was too late. Drystan was faster. The dark smoke wrapped around Hunter, and a second later, he fell to the ground, lifeless. I stopped breathing. My eyes drifted to Drystan's hand; it was soaked in blood. Then he smashed something he held in his hand, and I realized it was Hunter's heart…

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.

"Are you going to kill chase once he steps foot here?" "It’s not like I have any other option. I only have 6 days left." She nods. "Good luck." She walked out of my room. Can I even kill him right now? At this time? Groaning slightly, I put my heels on and check my appearance in the mirror. I’m wearing, a long green backless sequin dress with a side slit. And a nude color strap heels. Slipping a knife inside my thighs, I took my phone with me. Walking out of the room and at the same time, the door to my hotel room open revealing Blake. Glaring at him, I walked towards him crossing my arms over my chest.

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

Whoever it is wanted to unsettle me and maybe they got off seeing me panic. “Someone is stalking you and you think there is no need to take any action? Do you know how dangerous and stupid that is? What if it’s connected to the red- eyed – wolf?” My heart skips a beat at that. I never really thought of it like that but maybe I should have. What if the others got similar notes and their pictures were secretly taken and sent to them right before they were killed. I mean it makes sense right? For this thing whatever it is to stalk first before killing. He or she would have to know details about the person they planned to kill.

Anderson gave each of his teammates a file containing all information about the victims. They were looking at the files thoroughly while Mr. Anderson continued explaining the case. “Secondly, about the killing style. The killer first kidnaps his victims and then tortures them until they die of starvation.” “So it means that he doesn't actually kill them himself. He just tortures them and lets them die on their own!!!!” The youngest mumbled in a confused expression. “But that doesn't change the fact that he is the killer. Because those men died because of him. If it wasn't for him they wouldn't have died in the first place. He didn't kill them directly, he still killed them indirectly.” Said

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

"I'm ready for you to kick my ass. Get a few practice partners lined up." "Is this afternoon too soon?" "Not soon enough." I dreaded my next call, but bit the bullet anyway. "The world must be coming to an end. What's up, bitch?" Valery said with her usual air of superiority. I went straight to the point. "I'm not sure if you've heard about my stalker. He's killed two people. My friends, or in your case not so friendly acquaintances, could be on the list." "Wow, Daddy must be keeping this quiet in the media."

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.