Killing Stalking Novels & Stories

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.”

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

She's been dead for a whole ten years now, her dad now leading the gang in her place. Her stalker was catching up with her. Stacey rode faster. She really hoped it wasn't one of Marco's men. They've been after her family for five years now. Trying to eliminate them so they could rule the town in their stead. This particular clash had killed her favorite cousin Gino. Marco and his men were dangerous one thing she knew for sure, but they weren't half as dangerous as her dad. And whoever was following her if it be one of Marco's men was treading on very dangerous territory. Stacey found a hidden corner and parked her bike. If there's one thing her dad taught her it was to approach your target h

A series of questions fell out of his mouth. I stepped in his direction and started putting the pictures and notes on the table to show him. Moving away from me, he pumped into Thomas, who, in turn, just waved “ Hi” with a big smile. With nowhere to go, Jensen puffs his chest and asks, “What if I were? What can you do?” Sitting him back on the chair, Thomas laid a hand over his shoulder, “ Stalking is illegal, I'm not mistaken.” “It definitely is,” I agreed with him.

Alberto replied, "I just like it better that way" "Okay, then I am going". Juliana started to walk towards her house. Alberto was again following her while maintaining a distance between them. Juliana stopped and looked back, giving him a death stare. Alberto quickly said, "I am not stalking you. I am just making sure that you reach your house safely. It's night". Juliana didn't reply and continued on her way to her house but she murmured, "After scaring the hell out of me… he will now walk me home"

That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive, I had to kill the person who killed Risa.

“See? That’s your answer. I was not there. I have better things to do here—like jeopardizing my brother, for instance—than to stalk you.” “You didn’t just stalk me. You tried to kill him!” And because I was infuriated with the easy, nonchalant way he treated this, I slammed my hands hard on his desk to get his attention. “That is the worst thing you could have done! If you want me to still do your bidding, you need to stop stalking me and trying to kill Alexander!”

Everyone else stares at her like she just confessed to murder. That’s not creepy at all. A shiver honestly runs down my back. “You do realize that’s called stalking?” I ask, unsettled by how unapologetic she looks. “I did nothing wrong. I could’ve been waiting for someone at the curb,” she replies smugly. “You literally admitted you saw me walk in and decided to wait outside just to spy on me. That’s not waiting. That’s obsession and it’s kind of wrong, not to mention creepy as fuck.”

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.

"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?"