Killing Stalking Manga Online の小説・ストーリー

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.

I staggered over to the paper, and read it out. 'Killing Game Survey #1: Aka Nishinzu' The name itself was enough to make me feel sick, remembering the trial. But I continued reading, to see what kind of survey it was. '1. How did you enjoy your investigation? If you didn't enjoy it, please leave a comment on how you would improve it.' … What the hell? Why would they ask me this? I continued reading these horrid questions, hoping for some sort of answer. '2. How did you enjoy your trial? If you didn't enjoy it, please leave a comment on how you would improve it.'

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."

" Kakashi asked. "no that wasn't my gift, that first skill is ninjitsu vanishing step while the second is shadowless assassin slit the throat, keep that in mind you might sure die from it. Let put a competition on who kills most, you increase the level let's see," isekai said as he dashed immediately but this time towards the retreating Kakashi's warriors. Hearing this Ankara could not help thinking is he really a teenager

I declared. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you so cruel?" she asked meekly. "Didn't you hear a thing I said? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. I never did, and I never will. You are a goddamn stalker. An annoying brat. You got stuck on me like a parasite, and I want to get rid of you. Starting today, I never want to see you again. You got that?" I said with gritted teeth.

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

Imagined his throat closing around my tip as I pushed deeper than he expected. My back arched off the chair, and I felt the cum surge up my shaft, hot and thick, the first rope striping across my stomach. I groaned through clenched teeth as the second pulse came hard on its heels, and the third, and I kept pumping, kept working my fist over the slick length of my cock as it emptied onto my skin. I stroked myself through the last weak pulses until there was nothing left, and I collapsed against the wood. Kai would be the fucking death of me. I just know that.

I'm stuck with you till death' “That's not going to work.” I swallowed, watching as a few ladies kept staring at Killan. They weren't just staring—they were gawking at him. I suddenly wanted to shove him inside for my eyes alone. He was too beautiful to be beholded by the world. I raked my fingers through my hair, exhaling out loud. “First, you barged into my school, and now, you're stalking me at my work place. What exactly are you?” “Your loyal servant.” He grinned, taking a majestic sip of the coffee again.

At thirteen feet tall, his light-absorbing obsidian fur and glowing violet Alpha runes made him the most terrifying entity on the battlefield. A Stalker slashed its dark-matter blade at Killian's chest. The blade didn't bounce off; it was simply absorbed into Killian's fur, dissolving into nothing. Killian’s deep, distorted chuckle vibrated through the air. "You call yourselves shadows?" He reached out with a massive, violet-clawed hand and grabbed the Stalker by its featureless face. Killian didn't crush it. He unhinged his massive jaws, revealing teeth that burned with a mixture of solar fire and deep space entropy, and bit the creature directly in half.

“Now I’m ‘your Luna’ when it’s convenient?” His hands slammed down on the desk on either side of my hips. Before I could fully register he’d moved. The wood creaked under the impact. I hadn’t even realized I’d backed up, but there I was, hip pressed into the edge of the desk, his arms bracketing me in a living cage. He wasn’t touching me anywhere else. He didn’t have to. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, eyes burning. “Men like him don’t just *watch*,” he said, voice low, each word vibrating in my bones. “They find something interesting, and they stalk it. They test the line. They prod. They push. Until the thing they want is on their side of the border.”