Killing Stalking Mga Nobela at Kwento

"They end up dead or destroyed." "But did he stalk them?" Lauren couldn't process what she was hearing. Liam wasn't just a stalker. He was a killer. Had been killing women for almost a decade. Women who'd told him no. Women who'd rejected him. Women like her. "No way to tell. Not all women report a man harassing them, and some women are flattered by the attention but still say no. Aside from you and Michelle, no other stalking reports were filed. But here's the really sick part," Nate added. "I think he gets bored with women who say yes too easily. The ex-girlfriends all said he'd seem really into them at first, but then he'd cool off once the relationship was established. Like the thrill wo

“Yeah, the one that flatlined? What has this got to do with her? Hope…” “No.,” I immediately cut him off. “It’s not what you're thinking. She's also a victim here. Someone tried to kill her. And that same person…” I run my hands through my hair in frustration. “has developed an interest in stalking Zara. I'm worried about their safety.”

Iliana’s POV: My eyes snapped open. A scream erupted in the air. It wasn’t his. It was mine. He, on the other hand, was utterly and eerily silent. Not even a scream, not even a hiss. He was standing still as if the last few minutes never happened. I had stabbed him. I had stabbed my stalker. Oh God, what the fuck did I do. Why did I do it? How could I kill a living being?

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?”

They knew each other, Of course they did. “You can’t kill me, my people will come after you.” The man stood on the other foot and faced the stalker, he shot his other foot and he was on the ground again, groaning in pain. “Let. Them. Come.” The stalker brought his hand out and the chainsaw was in his hand in seconds, the other two men in black that came in with him ran to the man on the ground, holding him by his hands, The stalker looked like a volcano about to explode. He drew the handle of the chainsaw and it was brought to life, “You can attack me and get away with it, but the very minute you lay a hand on a hair from her head, you’re a dead man walking because I will find you, and I’ll

Rushing is sloppy, and sloppy stalkers don’t last long. I’ve earned my title on the dark web as one of the most methodical stalkers, not because I have the highest body count, but because I’ve never once been seen when I didn’t want to be. Never once been caught. I make sure my victims don’t just fear me; they fear the very thought that someone could know them so intimately without ever leaving a trace. There are a few things that set me apart from the amateurs.

The lead stalker was thrown backward forty feet, crashing through two pine trunks before slamming into the muddy earth, smoking and unmoving. The remaining two stalkers froze, their amber eyes widening in sheer, utter shock as they looked between their fallen comrade and the violent blue storm swirling around my broad body. "The kinetic thunder..." the lead stalker whispered in horror, stepping back into the mist. "He bears the High Alpha's hammer..." "Alexander!" Alora screamed behind me. The third stalker hadn't retreated—it had circled around the boulders, diving through the thicket straight toward Alora with its long, blackened claws outstretched.

“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.”

“And then I figured out you were a stripper. You seemed too soft for that job and I thought you needed help. Obviously later I figured out you’re not some helpless little girl, but I still wanted to protect you.” I lick my lips. “You could’ve come up to me in the club.” He nods. “Yes, and then you’d always just see me as a costumer. You’d also probably think I’m a creep.” “Yes, that’s so much more creepy than stalking.” I smile and he smirks. “Did you follow me home the night you killed Jim?” I ask and he nods. “Yes. I just reacted when I saw him attacking you, I didn’t think.”

I commanded. My voice cracked, a fragile, human sound that was instantly swallowed by the roar of the approaching interceptors. I looked at the ridge. A dozen silver-masked Stalkers were descending through the blizzard, their high-velocity rifles calibrated to the specific, stuttering frequency of our hearts. They didn't need a satellite lock anymore. They could smell the mortality on us. "Kael, get up," I hissed, my teeth grinding until I tasted copper. "Please, Kael. We can't stay in the mud."