Novel True Stalker Novels & Stories

nothing. “What the hell?” I whispered. How did I get here? I looked next to me and saw a shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. I tossed the knife away from me in revulsion. My hands were bloody and I trembled in horror. Then, I realized there was a hole near me. Not ready for what I was about to behold, I peeked into the hole and screamed. In the dugout pit. . . was Hailee. . .dead

~ ~ Continuing in Author's POV Awhile back, Skylar had found out that her mother and father were still alive. She also found out that her brothers and sisters were too, but were gone and with now completely different identities since her parents had sold them to various mobs in order to survive. Skylar's mother, Sasha, was against this, but she had no say. Once her father, Gabriel, had gambled and drank all the money the had left away, Sasha was forced into prostitution so he could drink and feed his addictions.

He pulled it out and stabbed Clifford a few more times amid the chaos at the wedding venue. Bleeding heavily, Clifford fell into a pool of his own blood. He mustered what was left of his energy to place the voodoo doll against his chest before dying with a smile. At first, I thought Clifford was scammed into believing all the stories of rebirth. To my surprise, I felt my soul heating up. Feeling dizzy, I lost my consciousness.

I wanted to believe it was just a coincidence, that he had just happened to be in the neighborhood again. But deep down, I knew better. He was here for me. 11 AMIR I watched her from across the street, just as I had the day before. Her little bookshop stood out in the dim light, like a beacon of innocence in the middle of the city. She was inside, moving through her routine, locking up the place for the night. I could see the way she moved—cautious, hesitant. She’d felt me watching. She knew. Good. I wasn’t the kind of man who waited for things to come to me.

She bowed her head and picked up her book again “Something like this would have been totally cool in the fictional world.” “I still need more details about him, though. Don’t try to escape it.” She folded her legs; I knew she wouldn’t let me off that easily. G was a helpless dark romance reader; her excitement when she heard I had a stalker that looked like he was a descendant of Hercules himself was priceless. She loved me, I knew that, but her being a reader, I expected this already. I hit my forehead with my hand tiredly. “I have a stalker, Gianna. This isn’t books; this is real life.”

I took him to an alley and ran a rusty pipe in his stomach. Again the book was taken away, by Ethan this time who read another entry. (I tried to get over Chelsea, because clearly I wasn't good enough for her. But this dumb bitch with her fake hair was a pretender. She wasn't rich, and she had a child, which she never told me about. I had to tell her to stay away from me because I didn't want to take care of another man's offspring. After killing her mother while she watched, I threw both of them off a building.)

“What I feel for you is real! What we have is real!” “We had nothing!” I head-butted him, and he reeled back in pain, clutching his nose. Blood dripped between his fingers. “You stole it! You built it out of cameras, lies, and stolen moments! I don't even know who you really are!” “I'm the man who loves you!” he shouted back. “I'm the man who would burn the world down to keep you safe, to keep you happy—”

She reached out, gingerly touched the warm metal. “Careful,” Andrei’s tone was sharp, but then he smiled apologetically. “No, sorry! Girls can shoot, too, I know. I heard of a sniper named Lyudmila at Stalingrad; she had more notches than most guys.” “Notches?” “For dead fritzes.” Svetlana did not understand but somehow his admission that she could do whatever it was that he had done with this strange object spurred her into action. She swung her legs over the edge of the sofa and stood up.

The sight of her, the genius of this abomination, sitting at the center of his kingdom, put a fresh burst of fury into him. He entered without being noticed, shutting the door quietly. The snap was as final as a gunshot. "Evelyn." She looked up, a professional smile stitched onto her lips. It never reached her eyes. "Anton. I was reviewing Q3 projections. The market reaction has been. significant, but not lethal. The Stalker scenario, while damaging, has given us a clear-cut villain. We can bounce back.". The Stalker story," Anton echoed, his tone ominously low. He strode to the window, gazing down at the city he used to think he controlled. "A tidy story. Nicely wrapped. The fallen soldier,

The fight is over in a matter of minutes and my heart swells with pride as our challenger pins our alpha to the ground and he lowers his head and nips at our alpha's neck. The alpha howls in defeat and then he rolls onto his back, and I can't believe what I'm seeing. This challenger, he's our new alpha. And though I know it's crazy, I think he may also be my true mate.