Killing Stalking Novels & Stories

"We found photos of you and your girlfriend, together and apart. It looked like he had been stalking you for a while. We also found the clothes he had worn when he'd killed Connor Grey. They were hidden in his closet and the DNA matched. We're still investigating but all I can say for now is that your business partner was obsessed with your girlfriend. It happens when people think they're in love but by killing Mr. Grey, Duke Copeland had taken his obsession to the next level. There's no saying what he would have done to Miss Rutherford hadn't she ran from him. These kinds of cases are a bit hard to solve because we never really know when the perpetrator's behavior escalates. Most stalkers s

I can feel their concern through the bond whilst mixing with their determination. "Nova." Killian's voice softens slightly. "Look at us." I reluctantly meet his gaze. "We almost lost you last night," he continues whilst something raw in his expression. "When we found your room empty, when we realised you had climbed out that window... Do you have any idea what that did to us?" The pain in his voice makes my chest tighten. "The stalker is watching you," Ken adds whilst his grey eyes intense. "They know your routine. They know when you are alone. They are waiting for the perfect moment to strike again."

What does he have against me? "Why?" I had to ask, I need to figure out the why. But the man just laughed and told me to put zip tie cuffs placed in the backseat console on each other and show our wrists to him. The stalker gave the instruction easily as if he knows that he was going to kill both of us and leave the crime scene unscathed. Deep down I know I have a fighting chance with Jill by my side, but still, I wonder if anything might go wrong. My mind quickly trails to Ella.

“Don’t you get it? Clearly, he’s not over taunting me and making my life a living hell. I’m sure it’s some sort of coping mechanism for whatever insecurities he’s hoarding.” “You’re not understanding me, stalking is not in the same category as taunting or bullying. That’s a serious allegation.” I looked up at her. “Whose side are you on?” “I just want you to think things through, you’re very emotional right now and it might seem like you’ve got all the pieces together but there might be things you’re not putting into consideration.” My gaze hardened as anger rose up in my throat like a bile. “Here’s something to put into consideration, I’m going to confront him.”

The man in front of him gave him too much pressure and a sense of crisis. Vulture thought that Philip had no understanding of any killer organizations, so he exaggerated and said, “Killer organizations are worlds apart from the gangsters on the street. One is in heaven while the other is on earth. Compared to our killer organization, the petty squabbles on the street are nothing but a light drizzle. North Wolf and I are both first-class experts in the Stinger organization, and the Stinger ranks in the top three of the entire killer organization list! We have hundreds of killers all over the country! No matter who the target is, as long as the kill order is issued, we’ll hunt them down to the

That was the only way to beat a ghost who thrived on annihilation. I had something release in my chest, not relief, but hunger that levelled out the adrenaline. This was what I was made for. This was where I was lethal. The thought didn't make me any less tender with Fiorella; if anything it sliced closer to the need to keep her away from the impending storm. Killan put the safe phone away into his pocket and turned face-up. "We'll seed probes into the dark web too. He negotiates with handlers. He wants to be noticed. We provide him with a witness."

I heard Zara murmur something soft to comfort her as I flew down the stairs. I raced out of the building like I had lost my mind. Because I had. I could not lose him. But deep down I knew the truth: if I married him now, I would only drag him into the same darkness that took my mother. The killers were still out there, and they would come for him. I jumped back into my car. The keys were still in the ignition. I started the engine and swerved into the street. I was going to get my man tonight, but I would not stop hunting my mother’s killers. Not even for him.

Making my way to my car, I drive out and head back to the base. To be real, I could’ve killed him right there but killing him in Fred gym’s is not going to be a good idea. If I kill Chase there, it means the police will investigate Fred gym’s and the news will be broadcast everywhere and who knows, Fred will meet with his ex-enemies and he has to run away again. As cold-hearted bitch I am, I still have a heart and I know that escaping yourself from the mafia is not easy and it requires a lot of money. So yeah, I could kill him in other places or I could sneak out to his house.

“Does your future wife know you were out there stalking me?” “Is stalking how you’d put it? I call it watching over a murderer to make sure she doesn’t kill anyone else.” He stared at me through those pale eyes, which held all of the heat his voice lacked. Silently, with every word left unspoken between us, I dared him to use his ability on me. It was a line he had never crossed before, and the second he did it would be game over. He’d better make me slit my throat or throw myself under a bus because if he coerced me and I lived, I’d use every minute I had left on this earth to make him regret it.

I was killing her. I don’t know why I didn’t let go when she was wiggling; I didn’t know I was adding another number to my list. I didn’t mean to kill her. When I finally let go of her, she motionlessly fell on the floor. I was alarmed because I still expected her to fight but she was not moving. I didn’t know I had just killed her. I checked her pulse and there was none. My whole body froze, my head spun, and I lost consciousness.