Novel True Stalker Novels & Stories

She still stared at me, but the killing intent had changed into doubt and curiosity. "How did you know?" she asked. "I actually know more than that," I answered. I pushed myself up slowly and looked her in the eye. "I know you faked your disability to make your real enemy let her guard down. I also know the enemy is Olivia, the one who sent me to you." Abby's pupils shrank. "We are meant to be allies, Ms. Davidson," I said. My throat still hurt, and my voice was rough. "Olivia stole my father's fortune. She switched me with the child of our housekeeper and used me as a throwaway, sending me to you to die. She's also the person who planned the car crash that killed your parents."

"Stalker, the core Formation Base of the Soul-Binding Forests has been completely destroyed. No evil aura remains!" "No casualties at the scene, no environmental damage, and the ecosystem is rapidly self-repairing!" One report after another came through the communicator. Stalker stood beneath the ancient tree at the center of the Soul-Binding Forests, which had sprouted new branches, looked up at the clear sky, and let out a long breath.

Aron wasn't just going to walk away from her that easily. A/N: Hey thank you for reading Book One and journeying with me. This is the End of Book One. Update: Book Two is up. F******k: taniashava I*******m: tanz.v

she says in a desperate, urgent tone. “That is someone Alpha Kai has been looking for for a long time.” He says, shaking his head and crossing his arms. “Watch what happens to BloodCrest traitors, Nova, and learn well. This is not simply a pack of brothers running the city’s underbelly - there’s a reason Alpha Kai is known as The Beast of New York.” Hey, that line makes me feel proud as hell to be a Volkov. I turn my attention to my brothers and see the murderous look on Kai’s face when he approaches Vanya.

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.

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE : Old Enemies GRANT POV I managed to lure Nova out of her room without a flicker of suspicion. Of course I did. She’s nosy, predictable, and like any wise man worth his bullets, I kept that little detail hidden until I could make the most of it.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

Christabel exhaled. The first attacker stepped forward his eyes were excessively far apart and his black trousers tracked behind him as he moved closer to Christabel. He expectorated out blood on the cemented floor and bent down, meeting Christabel's fiery gaze. "I can see you are the brave one... Un." He said, more like a question and Christabel had the insatiable urged to spit on his disfigured nose.

I left the Northern Realm because of Gabriel Brown. My father had never believed Gabriel’s bloodline was worthy of standing beside me. I was the daughter of a reigning Vampire King, the sole heir of House Sterling— born for ancient crowns and royal legacies, not some peripheral bloodline lingering on the edges of the Court. And yet, for love, I gave up everything.My name.My title.My inheritance. I concealed my identity and fled the North with him. I never imagined our love wouldn’t even survive five years.

Only a colder, lethal, emotionless version of the smile, like something carved out of ice and hate The new CEO was Kenai. My stepbrother. The one who was supposed to be rotting in prison.