Novel & Cerita Romantic Killer Stalker

She was a tall girl in her mid-twenties whom Ricky had fallen for. Roman saw the killer's back but as soon as he turned around in Ricky's memory, the image became blurry. Roman was tired and couldn't concentrate. All he could catch was a tattoo of the grim reaper on the killer's backhand. This was just before he phased into a light grey wolf with yellow glowing eyes. Roman came out of the kid's head and almost fell down on the floor. "Alpha!" "Roman!" In a flash, Klaus and Jaxson held up their Alpha before he hit the floor.

He's a killer, a muderer, a serial rapist and a fucking pervert. My fingers clench into fists and suddenly, I can't breathe. It is like I'm back at the prison. This time, I'm actually dying. Romanov pushes my head further and further into the dirty pool, until I'm spluttering, and my brain feels like it has been stuffed with wool. "Announcing, Romanov Anton, and his beautiful daughter, Skylar Romanov!"

"I liked you so much but you just had to throw all my life for you away and you had to hook up with your goddamn butler. He slapped her harder again with the ring on his finger this time. Vivian gasped in pain, her bennie falling off her head to reveal her baldness. "He kissed you, he took your virginity!" "And I enjoyed every single bit of it" she finally forced out which made the stalker's eyes turn red as he brought out a knife. He wanted her to beg for mercy but she didn't, which made him so angry he plunged the knife into her chest again and again and again. "I love you so much but you just had to be a whore didn't you?" he looked at her lifeless body before leaving. In Elena's ward Ros

He held my cheek harshly and brought his lips near mine but I slapped him, I knew it hurt his ego. He grabbed my hair and pulled them aggressively, “ Don’t test my patience Lily, I am done with your bullshit” he said finally revealing his psychotic behavior. “If not for that old brat I would have fucked you long ago but now I am waiting for our marriage. If you are that desperate then I shall fuck now” he says. Before he could use any force over me, a knock disturbed him. “Who the fuck is it?” he yells and leaves me harshly before he makes his way to the door. I ran towards the door and put my ear over it. I could hear the rough sound of a man, he seemed older but then my stalker started spe

His thumb pressed into the hollow of my throat. He could feel my pulse race. I was so sure of it. We were silent for a while but he didn't let go of me. He just stood, naked, and studying me to see if a lie would cross my face. After a long moment, he tilted his head. “You're telling the truth”. He said it was like a verdict but he didn't drop the knife. “This apartment belongs to Viktor Volkov. The contract killer. The man they call the Ghost of the Eastern Bloc”.

Rejections are meant to weaken the other wolf, the bond being ripped out from the soul. The ground crumbles as Stacey’s grey wolf disappears from view. My head whips to Hunter as I swallow, knowing what lurks down below. I had asked for a few extra surprises in case these games were a little slow. I wanted to keep things interesting and, of all people to have fallen down there, it had to be her … fuck; she is going to kill me.

I look up to see my stalker checking his watch. "stupid" the man holding me cusses. I blink back the tears threatening to fall. Don't be weak. One of the men grab my arm once again, roughly pulling me up the staircase into the big mansion Once we get in he pushes me forward and I fall to the ground, bruising my knees. I look up to meet a pair of leather shoes. So novel typical. I look up to meet a pair of grey eyes. Looks exactly like Stalkers. "Isabella Russo, how lovely to meet you" I can sense the sarcasm in his words. I can also feel the killer vibes radiating off this man. Too many people, I'd just call him villain.

"I’ve memorized every mark he left on her. Every night for years, I’ve closed my eyes and practiced the exact strike that will open his throat. Let me go. Let me be the monster he fears. My son and your brother are enough to hold this house." I stared into the hollow depths of Romano’s eyes and saw them the ghosts of our fallen pack, the silver-burned corpses, and the smell of ash that never truly left a man. Dagger wasn’t just a hunter; he was a phantom who specialized in the systematic slaughter of our kind. Sending Romano alone would be signing his death warrant, but denying him the chance to reclaim his wife’s honor felt like a different kind of execution.

"Ok, I really think that you are losing it. Who is even this Ashley?" "Don't act like you don't know." Jake sneered, coming at me but Russell held him back. "I know you killed her." And leave it up to Jake to be the only one to accuse me of some girl's death. "Do you even hear yourself right now?" I asked, drinking my spinach smoothie. Again, Jake managed to turn our wonderful day into a pointless story. “She is crazy and a stalker.” Jake said, Still pointing his dirty fingernails in my face.

I wink at her, pulling out my knife and she actually laughs. Blake, still at the laptop, looks up briefly, glancing between me and Demitri. “And I would prefer to figure out who’s been tracking her. The guy’s smart, and whoever they are, they’re good. Name’s Blake, by the way.” Blake, the notorious Stalker who never gets seen. Demitri and I lock eyes again, the tension still simmering as Blake turns back to his screen, clearly enjoying the show. Alissia, bored with our staring contest, grins. “Come on, you two. Enough with the words. If you’re gonna throw something, at least make it a knife.”