Killing Stalking Novels & Stories

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

Then Rowan says quietly, “He didn’t say which friend.” Liberty lets out a shaky laugh that turns into something raw. “That’s the point.” My chest aches with it. This is what stalking does: it makes language into a weapon. It turns your imagination against you until you can’t tell if the threat is outside the door or inside your skull. Miles looks up from his laptop. “We need to treat this as two possibilities: a bluff meant to force movement, or a real incident somewhere else.” Kellan nods. “And we don’t split.”

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..

no one has the right to think that way about her. "records" I shouted and My secretary handed me a document which had all his information, molested a teen, Reported stalking girls at night, harassed a school going girl, Raped a girl. "How the hell are you freely wondering after so many crimes?" I Shouted and Fired the gun on his head. "You no longer will." I walked out of the basement and walked upstairs towards my room. I threw my body on the bed and stared at the ceiling. - I feel better after killing that criminal.

Savannah twitched her mouth stiffly and didn't know what she asked. Although it was the first time for her to hear the "Killing Order", she knew what it meant when she heard it! Did Callan want to kill her? How could he be so cold and cruel to her? "The 'Killing Order' is the ultimate hunting order of the four big families in Canada. Once the 'Killing Order' is issued, all the top killers of the four big families in Canada will take action. Even if this person has the ability to go to heaven and earth, as long as he or she is still on the earth, he or she will definitely not escape the end of death!"

Poking my nose into his privacy like this and monitoring him like some kind of spy is prohibited by law, and I'm the person who wants to bring the killer to justice. I shake my head thinking about it again. "It's for his own good," I tell myself simply, making up my mind that it's helpful to him and that's exactly the reason why I'm doing it. "I'm saving him from himself," I tell myself finally. As I decide that it's what I'm going to do, I'm going to win, despite the criminality of it. I know that he wouldn't understand if he finds out about it, but I'm not really about to make him aware. Stalking people is not usually my style, but if it's necessary, I'm going to do it without much hesitat

Two of Victor's men, dressed in full black tactical gear, burst through the smoke at the base of the stairs, their weapons raised. Before they could even register my frame, I squeezed the trigger. Three heavy rounds tore through the chest of the first mercenary, throwing his body back against the stone pillar. Beside me, Nathaniel appeared from the adjacent corridor, his sidearm barking three times in perfect, precision, neutralizing the second target before the man could drop his rifle. Bullets are exchanged with a savage, unrelenting ferocity as the air grows thick with the suffocating stench of copper and spent brass.

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

"But from this moment forward, you need to be very careful." I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Please, Helena." "I will see you." "When?" "Tomorrow." I closed my eyes. "Okay." "And Karma?" "Yes?" "If Gaius is telling the truth..." She paused. "...then the man sleeping beside you may be much more dangerous than we ever imagined." The call ended. I slowly lowered my phone. For several seconds, I couldn't move. Then I looked toward the locked door of my office. Somewhere outside, investigators were standing over Adrian Keller's body.

He was likely under the influence of alcohol. “Second, I've been a damned possessive, obsessive bastard. I always want him by my side and his eyes on me. Which was why I manipulated him any chance I got." “Oh,” Mary whispered, and I didn't doubt the revelation shocked her. Who wouldn't be? It wasn't every day you heard about your boss stalking and manipulating his husband. “Third,” Stein kept going, hiccuping between words. “I slit my wrists when he tried leaving me and then hurt him.”