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Perhaps the stalker and the sentinel will kill one another if they cross paths. Zara had no time to quarrel. Her legs burned with each step as she trailed behind Kael as he ran into the trees. As it pursued, the stalker roared in a guttural manner, the sound echoing through the trees. Behind them, Zara could hear its heavy footfall and the heated, ragged sound of its breath. Despite the uneven ground beneath her feet and the branches whipping at her face, she dared not slow down. Kael was a little distance ahead, moving quickly and confidently through the landscape. Zara made an effort to stay ahead, but the stalker was closing in.

Jimmy covered his mouth and sobbed. “He’s basically crazy. He keeps reading a password-locked diary every single day. He says he’s damned, but then, he claims that I killed his son and wants me to pay for it. He wants to send me to hell so that I’ll never recover!” I was stunned when I heard what Jimmy said.

Like dude, either step into the light or crawl back into whatever shadow you crawled out of. Now, my real life feels like a twisted sequel I never asked for? Because I’m actually living it. Facing almost the same predicament. Just that mine is worse. My stalker didn’t just watch me from across a street or leave cryptic messages. He didn’t just breathe too close behind my back. My stalker literally killed a human right before my eyes last two nights. Without hesitation. Without mercy. Blood. The sound. The way life left that body.The way his head was disconnected from his body. I can’t unsee it. I can’t unhear it. It’s carved into me now, deep and ugly and permanent..

ASH It had been two days since I had been losing my mind. How could I make such a foolish mistake?! How could I not predict that one of our allies might have been followed?! Drystan and Baltazar killed one of the groups that wanted to side with us. They tracked them, murdered the entire pack, and forced their Alpha to give them our location before they ripped his heart out.

He smirked leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, putting his legs on the table like he owned the place “well if it isn't my little ass-kicking warrior.” I let out a short amused snort, folding my arms across my chest. I could play this game better than he could and I was not going to let him scare me. There were a dozen kids behind the door all I had to do was scream and believe me when I say, I’m a screamer. "I'm not your anything, thief," I retorted emphasizing the term of possession. This is how it all begins I tell you. I had watched enough crime shows to know stalkers always think they own their prey. I had to make that point clear. I'll be damned if I was connected to that

I'd wanked myself at the sight, wishing and hoping for a chance to touch him, to show him just what I was capable of. My dick twitched in my slacks and I punched it. “Soon,” I promised. I would soon make myself known to my prey. Kai Schwarz. The son of my father's enemy. I had watched him for five years now, followed him everywhere he went and kept tabs on him. I had even gotten rid of the men who tried to touch what was mine. I had protected him for years even though he didn't know, and soon, I'll make myself known to him. He will soon know he has a master.

soldiers never died. Some were agents skilled in disguise, others were forensic specialists who could fake a corpse. The gory crime scenes were nothing more than Hollywood-grade special effects. Except for Enzo. He knew he had a terminal illness and was living on borrowed time. He used his last breath to stage that gruesome suicide in front of the whole world, just to push public fear and outrage to its peak. As for Dr. Sterling, the psychologist who jumped into the lake. He was the father of one of the kidnapped boys, and the architect of this psychological warfare.

He showed up every Halloween night in different parts of California caroline and south Asia killing 3childern in each time and spare two with mental illness. Rumor has it that Canada is next. In total we have close to 5,000 children killed by Harold Jankinstein and 2000 are held hostage at different mental hospitals in Australia. Different higher assassins have been sent after Harold Jankinstein but no one has come close to hurting a single hair on his head, and that is because he can smell these assassins for 5 miles away. Before they can even pull the trigger on him he already ripped their hearts out leaving them there to die and for the vulture to clear and wild animals to clears his me

EVELYN Oh, for Christ's sake. Why do I have to deal with this guy tonight? Tonight was supposed to be the night I got to woo Robbie so I would have a date by Christmas. Then, I could finally bring a guy home so my mom would stop nagging at me about not having a date. "Are you stalking me?" I snapped at Nolan, who had the audacity to laugh at my annoyance. "Don't flatter yourself, darling," he said. "Don't darling me, dingbat. Why are you here?" I asked.

The police were investigating the transaction, hoping it would point them toward the guilty party. Josalyn only considered a select few who might try. From her father, his enemies, a jealous fan belonging to Jake or Gena’s fan clubs, or Gena or one of her people. Each person or group became harder to verify or strike off the list. Time alone will reveal the police’s ability to find the individual. Josalyn didn’t feel better hearing the news, and Jake was right there. It all felt unreal. The police warned them that this was an odd form of stalker behavior, and it wouldn’t bode well if the stalker struck again. Most stalkers did harm others themselves, because they wanted to feel close to thei