Killing Stalking Novels & Stories

“I don’t recognize him, and—” “Oh,” I seethed, “I know him. One of the first things he said to me was, ‘They’ll kill him to get to you.’ ‘Him’ meaning me, ‘you’ meaning Steph. ‘The rogues want you.’” My voice went darker. “He’s stalking us.” Without heeding Kellen’s warning, I strode across the hall, my shoes clicking loudly on the marble, and got in the rogue’s unimpressed face. “You tailed us here, Arrio. That’s not fucking cool.”

Maybe a tiny, stupid part of me still didn’t want to see Adrian as the enemy. “I’m not defending him,” I said finally, softer. “I’m just saying, storming his apartment isn’t—” “We don’t have time to sit and analyze it,” Sloane said. “This is your reputation, Kim. Alexander’s too. And honestly, your safety.” Alexander added. “This isn’t just gossip. Someone is stalking you. That’s dangerous. And if Adrian’s behind this, I want to know now.” I exhaled, long and shaky. Then I nodded. “Okay... okay. We’ll go.”

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.

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

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."

“And now, you’ll know what it feels like to lose everything. Because Daphne, after running, after catching me, you think there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, right?” I stared at him, cold fear creeping up my spine. “You must be wrong. I’m not the root of your problems. I was hired to go after you. I already had a purpose with you by killing two birds with one stone. Someone out there wants to take down Charles Sinclair. And guess what? You’ll never know who.” With a sudden and terrifying speed, he pulled a gun from his back pocket. Sebastian yelled, running towards him, “NOOO!” Time slowed as the stalker raised the gun, his finger on the trigger. The shot rang out.

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.

If that happened, everything I’d been working toward would fall apart. I watched as she kept a straight face but her fingers were shaking tremendously. She was hiding something. "Speak before I make your daughter meet her father in hell right now" I spoke, a trace of anger laced on my tongue. "The stingers betrayed her and I think there should be another reason. But the stingers came to our harbour to watch our every move and find a way to penetrate and take everything away from her. We found them and she killed them immediately after getting them to speak." She said exhaling every burden she had out.

"The body was gone." Nobody spoke. Nobody breathed. Even the rain outside seemed quieter. "The body was gone," Adrian repeated. "Victor was gone too." Quinn stared. "What about Mark?" Adrian swallowed. "Mark was still there." The room froze, because that changed everything. For years Adrian had believed Mark died. But according to his own memory, Mark survived. Victor survived. The body disappeared. And somebody removed every trace of what happened. Then Damian suddenly spoke. "What if that's why the killer is targeting everyone now?"

The invigilators approached me mechanically and surrounded me. "Leaving during the entrance exam is prohibited. Please return to the exam hall and complete your test." Their identical, lifeless eyes sent a chill down my spine. I quickly weighed my chances of fighting my way out and gave up just as quickly. In the end, I obediently turned back toward the exam hall. On the way back, floating comments popped up once more. [Jessie's smart. She knew that she couldn't just sit and wait for death, but what she didn't know was that during the security check, a tracking device had been planted on her. If she leaves the exam hall, the tracking device would ring the alarm.]