Killing Stalking Plot Novels & Stories

And they captured him of course. “So, that was their plan then,” I faced Denver who’s now wide awake in the hospital bed. “To kill you and frame me for killing you.” Denver clicked his tongue and stroked my fingers. I squeezed his hand and placed a kiss on his forehead. “Get well soon, sweetheart.” He smiled as sweet as honeydew. “What happened to them?” “They…” “They what?” “When the two were found out as the stalkers, as the perpetrators, they fled the country but were eventually involved in a fatal car accident on their way.”

Her picture was also taken at the crime scene, and yet again, there was no evidence left behind… LILY GRAHAM. 30 years old. Shot outside of Woodwick Central. Known to have a cannabis addiction. Raped and murdered. The third picture was of a Puerto Rican man, wearing black jeans paired with a black jacket. He had a tribal tattoo across his chest, and the crime scene photos showed horrific images of him lying down next to his sisters, his mother, and his father, all of them left to die in their own pool of blood. They’d left a gun in his hand to make it appear that he’d killed his whole family before killing himself, but that was just pure bullshit…

Could her ex be attempting to provoke a reaction now that he can no longer stalk her? But as soon as the second thought enters my head, I immediately discard it. No, it can’t be. The man is a coward—most stalkers are. Only Yannick would be rash enough to choose explosive violence like this. But why? I had assumed that he wanted Camila alive for some unknown purpose. But maybe I was wrong? Then again, maybe this shooting wasn’t meant for Camila. There’s something I’m not seeing here. I’m sure of it.

“He ties up cops and tortures them to death. Electrocutes the fuckers. Cooks the fucking pork.” The men all burst out laughing and Stace drinks his beer and stares at the floor with a murderous look on his face. The floor sways beneath me as I join all the puzzle pieces together. Oh my God. Stace’s brother. Vikinos killed Stace’s brother. He is here for revenge. My eyes search his, and he knows that I know. He looks away angrily. I stand. “I’m tired. I’m going to get going. See you all.” I glance at Stace. “You coming?”

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

He's just like a cat who thought he was now a master after dealing with just a rat, only to meet the head of the feline family. Whistling, I walked towards the lift as I brought my phone out and sent a message to Kai. STEIN: I'm sorry, baby. I'm ready to call a truce. I knew that would do the work, and I wasn't wrong. My phone dinged a few seconds later. KAI: Do you have any new information about my mother's killers? My grin widened as I got into the lift. Of course, darling, I do, but I'm not telling that to him. Well, not until I get everything under control and Leon leaves. Only then will the next phase of my plan begin.

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.

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.

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

she barks at him and he chuckles. "Look at the nerves!" he snorted and tilted her chin up. "When I started stalking you I didn't know we'll come this far. I thought with your clingy boyfriend around I'll never have my way to you but like they say, patience is a virtue". "Was that why you killed him? He was so innocent! He didn't deserve to die like that. You should have just left him and take me instead since it was me you wanted". "He was disrupting my plans for you and I got really pissed and had to take care of him. I did you a favor, little doll".