Killing Stalking Fanart Novels & Stories

Including Cassian, I made everyone here witness everything within Gevanny's memories. [With this power, you can kill him.] [Seraphine Valentina is a villain, a sorceress.] [She is the one who destroyed Silverbrook Haven due to the virus pandemic.] [You must kill her.] [If not, Prince Cassian will be killed by her.] [You must create that black hole and kill Seraphine Valentina. That is your task now.] "This ...," one of the residents of Silverbook Haven finally realized what I was showing in their minds.

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.

“AKIA! DON’T!” “I FOUND OUT THAT ARES IS MY STALKER!” The moment those words leave her mouth, my blood starts to boil. “ARES SAW ME ALL THOSE YEARS AGO AND DECIDED THAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HIS! HE HARASSED ME, MY FAMILY, AND MY FRIENDS FOR YEARS!” The tide is turning for me. I vowed to make her stalker pay for all of the pain he put her through, and now I know that person is my brother. He terrorized our mate, and that has to be answered for. “ARES AS MY STALKER, NOT ONLY HARASSED ME. HE IS THE ONE WHO KILLED MY PARENTS!” I feel my body shaking in rage. Roul is pacing in my mind, begging to be let free. “HE NOT ONLY KILLED MY PARENTS-”

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.

“Yeah. My stalker took these pictures when Killian was having sex with Heather last night” “Last night? Seriously? And he left me at the lobby with his sister and the crazy models” Riley gasped. “Your stalker is good, who is it?” “It’s a she and it’s also a secret” “Really?” Riley frowned and dropped the pictures back on the table. “This is why you don’t have to bother yourself in any of this shit!” “I’m gonna kill Killian” “We will definitely do that later. Right now, all we need is the artifact and the kids” Mr. Chang drawled.

“Yo, what the fuck is this, Brix?” I aim the gun below his waist, knowing that anything above is classified as attempted murder, and I'm not trying to take a charge for that. “I fucking warned you to stay the fuck out of my shit with my little bird, didn't I?” “She was bound to find out that you were fucking stalking her. All I fucking did was speed up the heartbreak.” “Oh, you think this shit is funny?” Aiming at his knee, I fire my gun and watch him collapse to the pavement, hollering at the top of his lungs as the bullet pierces right through his flesh.

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."

I could not believe one of my die-hard fans was a stalker. Shakily, I went to my social media. Romeo was one of the few fans I followed. He posted updates pretty often, like any ordinary fan, but when I scrolled through his posts, I found a photo that brought chills to my spine. It was a photo of him carrying a cat, and on his left wrist was a mole. The man who killed me had covered his face, but I remembered seeing the same mole on his wrist. This was not a coincidence. Romeo was not any normal stalker fan; he was a murderer after my own life.

Shadows coiled around my ribs, squeezing, trying to crush my lungs, my will, my stupid, defiant love. I screamed. The sound ripped out of me and up, threading itself into the pulsing light. But I didn’t let go. Of Lucian. Of Kade. Of the risk. “You wanted us afraid,” I gasped. “You wanted us to choose the smaller pain. The neat death. The tidy tragedy.” Her eyes were wild, white around the burning coal of her pupils. “You will kill them,” she spat. “You will *kill him*—both of them—*yourself.*”

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.