Killing Stalking Novels & Stories

“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.

“Was he violent?” My mouth fell apart, “Violent? He’d never… Cal would never do that.” Caleb could be a player, and he was sometimes dumb about people’s feelings, but he was never violent towards me or anyone. Heck, he was the one who’d cry every time a pet died in movies, and I had to console him. “Why are you asking me that question? You think my boy—ex-boyfriend did this?” He was rubbing his chin and I was finding it a bit hard to focus. “Well, most of the stalking cases are committed by exes. And women are most likely to be stalked by a current or former intimate partner during the rela—”

“Violence. Threats. Making people disappear when they become inconvenient.” “Making people disappear.” Killian's voice was deadly calm. “That is an interesting accusation.” “It is the truth.” “Is it? Because from where I'm standing, you are the one who has been making threats. You are the one who has been stalking, breaking and entering into people's houses, and harassing them.” “I'm trying to save her from making the biggest mistake of her life.” “By terrorizing her? By invading our home? By proving that you're completely unstable?”

he asked me, looking none too pleased. “Yes,” I said, holstering my weapon. “What happened?” he asked, looking around. He saw Lyca huddled near the kitchen door. “She OK?” “She’s fine,” I said. “Just a little scared. What happened is the asshole who’s been stalking her tried to kill her. He shot through the kitchen window. He was probably using a silenced rifle with a laser sight.” “You’re damn lucky he missed, then,” the sergeant said, shaking his head. “You think I should call detectives?”

I should try my luck. Stan smirked and turned his head to me. "Miss Detective, you want to know who killed the two students?" He pointed Steele with a nod. "It's him. He killed them." My gaze drifted to Steele. I had this feeling that it wasn't done by a human. I just didn't expect it was him. But for what reason? "Why?" I asked. "He kills anyone without a reason," Stan butt in. Steele glared at him. "Did you really kill them?"

"She told me I do not care about Cameron because I'm always happy. Truth is I'm not... I have a stalker out there and my brother is in coma, who wouldn't be disturbed?" "It's okay, babe. She probably misses him and seeing us act mushy mushy makes her feel lonely I guess." He used his thumb to caress my back and I was enjoying it all. "What about your stalker, heard from him?" "Not really. Maybe he finally stopped." I wrapped my hands around his neck and rested my jaw on his shoulder. "Hmm." He hummed and rubbed my back. "I hope that is true. You know once someone gets obsessed with something they want it all the time and if they can't get it, they kill who or whatever is in their way. They c

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves? For mature audiences only due to the graphic nature of certain situations. Read at your own discretion. Triggers include: Age gap, stalking, graphic depictions of sexual content, (con/noncon/dubcon), death, kidnapping, mental health issues, abuse, addiction, bdsm, rough sex, unusual kinks, escorting, strong language, threesomes, drug use, dark erotica, slow burn, hate to love, forbidden romance, possessive, controlling, and dominant men, sociopathic behavior, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, trauma bonding, talk of past trauma from both Mc and li, gunp

One of the men said swigging a knife in his hands, Keith clenched his jaw, taking a couple more steps closer to them. "Why are you stalking me now?". He growled "It's just simple. We're here to kill you" He said bluntly Keith rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow, smirking at them "Wow, okay! that was easy, so why do you want to murder me?.. "Are you for real? I don't really care about you to be honest, just hand over the girl" "What makes you think that I have her?" Keith asked crossing his arms over his chest

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.