Love Stalker Killer Review Novels & Stories

she said wondering what would have been her life if her mother and father had been mates. “So do you still love me?” Alastor asked just to be sure about it. “I had been panicking about the realization that I had fallen in love with you and I had also considered killing myself but now that I know that I am in love with you, a mythical beast and a non-human I cannot be happier. In some sense I feel better knowing that I am in love with an outcast like myself. I had forever been told that I am a monster so this makes me feel better. I like you so much more now.”

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.

And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.

This shit just didn’t happen. For as long as I can remember I’d always been raised to believe vampires were cold blooded killers, whom wasted their immortality just feasting on everything in their sights, humans, animals and even us werewolves too. And yet here I was loving my very own vampire mate. Jax just didn’t seem to fit that kind of stereotype though or maybe I was just being naive because of the bond.

As if on cue, a call from +374 came in, I quickly opened the app and picked the call. “Hello, who is this?” I said, trying to steady my voice. “Hello, miss Vittoria, Vittoria Russo, or is it Balotelli?” “It doesn't matter,” I said, calmly. “What do you want?” “So you're ready to talk with us? Good.” “Just tell me what you want?” “We need a spy, Miss Russo, and we want you to be the one.” “A spy for what?” “We want you to spy on Ricardo Lombardi. We know you hate him, he killed your father didn't he?”

“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.

Elara'S POV Xavier stroked his thumb across his bottom lip. “Do you think this stalker is one of the hunters?” “I don’t know. Why warn me that the hunters are coming if he’s a hunter himself?” I asked. “You’re right, that makes no sense.” Xavier swept a hand over his dreads. “But your stalker has inside information on those who want you dead.” Lysander said, “A third-party spy or assassin that’s gone soft on Elara?”

“Killer’s hard to figure out. But you know as well as the rest of us...he’s been watching you like a hawk. I don’t know his backstory, but I know he fucking hates women. Still... he’s interested in you. Don’t ask me why. Hell, don’t ask him why... he probably doesn’t even understand what’s happening to himself.” Wilhelm laughs and nods in agreement. “Beware of the madman,” he jokes. I smack his arm and lean back into the smooth leather, focusing on the next episode of Mindhunter. x-x-x-x-x • Killer • I’ve been pissed off all week, and I keep denying the reason. It’s not because that girl is gone. No way it’s her fault. I’m pissed that those pussy-ass Road Riders had the balls to shoot at my

"About you, I actually don't know how I will re-arrange the flow though I have a better resolution about it." I looked at them. They were both thinking. I saw Sandstorm smile while Avalanche is still serious. "Your story is a bit complicated in a way it makes me felt uninterested." Sandstorm said. "But, I'll help you to re-arrange your plot." I felt disappointed on what Sandstorm says. "Okay, what I have here is actually this stalker of yours is willing to kill all of the girls who will be close to you, willing to terrorized a town just to eliminate those girls, willing to kidnapped you just to make you be exclusively by that stalker alone."

“How does it feel to wear luxuries, Miss gold-digging bitch?! she said all words with emphasis. I felt like my blood arose on her remarks, but I kept calming myself to avoid a physical fight. I would not go low like that just because of her judgment. I could sense that everyone’s attention was on us and the queen bee is not stopping. I didn’t know why her blood is boiling towards me every time she sees something in me. It was clear that she's humiliating me but thank goodness as the professor arrived and the class started. I listened to the front but I wasn't able to concentrate because of what happened. "Is it really a big deal for a billionaire to love a nobody?" I thought. "Why they alway