Love Stalker Killer Review Novels & Stories

Every kill was absolute. "Retrieve the beacon data!" Elena commanded, her voice amplified by the Null-link. One of the Stalkers, a girl no older than nineteen whose eyes were a fierce, permanent gold, dove for the silver spike. She ripped it from the ground, the violet light dying instantly as she crushed the internal processor between her fingers. The Final Handshake of the Flats The skirmish lasted less than three minutes. Of the thirty Liquidators, only one remained, the Lead Liquidator, his helmet cracked, his shoulder pinned to the obsidian by a jagged vine that had grown through his suit in seconds.

"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

I've hunted her for six years, watching her from the shadows, learning her habits, memorizing her fears, and waiting for the perfect moment. Then there was the boy. The dream lover. The one she thought she wanted. He broke her heart. Made her cry. That was his mistake. I did what I do best. I killed him. I can still remember the taste of blood on my tongue and the look in his eyes when he realized he wasn't walking away. I remember watching the life leave him, and I remember sending what was left of him to her doorstep. A warning and a promise. The very beginning. She's fascinating when she's scared-not because she's weak, but because fear strips away her lies.

I let out a choked cry as the stalker leaned down, plucked the phone from my useless grip, and tossed it into the pool with agonizing slowness. They didn't even watch it sink. They just grabbed me by the back of my dress and shoved me into the pool, before they did, the hood fell, allowing me to catch a glimpse of a scar on their neck and a bit of their side profile, everything was already blurry, making it unable for me to see who it was, since i was getting murdered, the least they could’ve done is a face reveal so i die knowing who my stalker was… not like it would change anything, but just to satisfy my curiosity. The air rushed past me, followed by the violent, icy impact of the water.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

Khloe pov I don’t know even know what to say ? I can’t blame lilo ,cause she knows nothing about this .. When he whispered to my ears I felt my legs going weak , when he fanned my neck with his breathe .. I almost moan .. how can someone that wants to kill me have so much effect on me … Khloe you are really going to die well .. I was annoyed when he keeps calling me slut .. if only he knew I was still a virgin ? At 22 ! I bet is sister is not … he told me to follow him ,I looked at lilo and she look so sorry .. I told her it’s okay before going to meet the beast of a guy .. I got to his car ,he told me to get inside or he will drag me slut … I got mad and started lashing out at him …. I don’

I gave him the plate of meat as a piece offering since he had given up his fruits. He took the plate, me holding the bowl with both hands. My eyes stayed on the fork which had been in his mouth not long ago. The fact that he had probably seen me watching him escaped me as I stared at the fork. I picked it up, stabbing a strawberry by the very edge because I did not want it to contaminate the fork. The fork was brought to my lips, them closing around it before pulling back. Oohh heavens, we were kissing. His lips had been there, some saliva left on it. We were definitely kissing! My heart beat harder, fighting with everything in me not to close my eyes. Maybe Elio wasn’t the only stalker in t

I stifle a shudder, grab the body wash, squirt a generous amount on the loofah and vigorously scrub at my skin, hoping my conflicted emotions leaves with the smell of rain as I rinse off. I lift my face to the hot spurts coming from the shower head and his hot breath is on my face, whispering into my ears. A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop myself and I immediately turn off the tap and step out of the foggy bathroom. “Nope, not going there.” I scold my treacherous body, “Jeremy Vongov is a psychopath slash serial killer in the making–pfft, so what he's hotter than sin even when he's throwing a death glare,”

“He admits to a ‘personal’ relationship with a man he hired to investigate a theft of world-altering technology. A man with a known history of psychological trauma and operational failure. A man who, by his own admission, was the last person with several key pieces of ‘evidence.’” There was a soft, knowing chuckle from the podcast host. Cross continued. “We’re asked to believe this is a romance for the ages. But consider the timeline. Stalker is hired during a moment of extreme vulnerability for Rogers—his empire under threat, his trust shattered. He becomes a constant, imposing presence. A confidant. A protector. The lines blur. Is it love? Or is it a classic, calculated manipulation? A hon

I furiously said. “Why would I tell you? I’m not slow. Whatever I say will be against me. So, letting you figure it out makes things more interesting— don’t you think.” Brad began to laugh. Every time we moved closer, Brad gently squeezed the trigger. We are dead if we try anything. I glanced at my coworker, who was on the ground bleeding from the back. Fuck. “Why stalked women?? Why those people specifically?” I asked. “Stalking is such a strong word; I prefer INTENSE RESEARCH OF AN INDIVIDUAL,” Brad stated as he pulled the trigger. I fell onto my knees— I began to black out.