Killing Stalking Novels & Stories

I declared. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you so cruel?" she asked meekly. "Didn't you hear a thing I said? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. I never did, and I never will. You are a goddamn stalker. An annoying brat. You got stuck on me like a parasite, and I want to get rid of you. Starting today, I never want to see you again. You got that?" I said with gritted teeth.

"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

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.

Kill. I stalk over to the bed, the floorboards creakin' beneath my feet, but he doesn’t stir. I lean over him, my lips pullin' into a grin that feels too wide, too sharp. My mind buzzin', my body twitchin' with anticipation. I drag the blade across his throat in one swift motion, feelin' the warmth of his blood on my hands as it spills out. He gurgles, eyes wide with shock, but I’m already movin' on.

Naglakad ako papuntang hagdan para maligo tuwing titingin ako sa bawat sulok ng naalala ko ang nangyari sa buong pamilya ko. Nabuhay akong nagnanakaw at pumapaswok sa paaralan para man mananan ang bawat kilos ng mga anak ng pumatay sa magulang ko.Magkakaibigan ang pumatay sa pamilyako pero ngayon hindi ko parin alam kung bakit nila nagawa iyon sa pamilya ko, I want to tortured them, How they tortured my family! -- I want to kill them now! But this is not the right time dahil kulang pa ang mga information ko tungkol sakanila.

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

The invigilators approached me mechanically and surrounded me. "Leaving during the entrance exam is prohibited. Please return to the exam hall and complete your test." Their identical, lifeless eyes sent a chill down my spine. I quickly weighed my chances of fighting my way out and gave up just as quickly. In the end, I obediently turned back toward the exam hall. On the way back, floating comments popped up once more. [Jessie's smart. She knew that she couldn't just sit and wait for death, but what she didn't know was that during the security check, a tracking device had been planted on her. If she leaves the exam hall, the tracking device would ring the alarm.]

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 Liza’s thoughts stopped again when Hunter spoke again. “As for the case of whether I am your stalker or not, well, I guess you could say that yes, I am a stalker.” Liza’s eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips, and she thought, ‘I was right! He is a stalker!’ And the moment she thought of Hunter being her stalker, fear slowly crept up. She’s heard many dangerous and scary stories and rumors about stalkers doing unimaginable things to the people they are obsessed with. Some of it even resulted in killings.

Richard went to the forest and then he noticed that person still following him. “Are you afraid that I might be discover you?” said Richard to him. Clap, clap, clap. “Great! You’ve discovered me huh!” tell me, are you breaking the organization’s rules? Said the killer while clapping his hands. “None of your business, I knew that you’ve spying me but this is your last day to become a killer!” replied Richard to him. “Huh, do you think that you can kill me easily? Even if you kill me, the organization will hunting you! Killing your Co- killer is forbidden!” he laughed at him wickedly.