Romantic Killer Stalker Novels & Stories

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.”

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

I want you, Sunshine. Me:Well, get in line cuz there are so many people in the queue already.. Stalker(chuckling): You really crack me up. You are feisty little one, aren't you. Hmm....I like that. I like that a lot. I wanna see how feisty you would be when I have you trapped beneath me screaming my name. Ew, I felt disgusted immediately. Me: Where are you? I scanned my room but it was empty. Stalker: Stop looking around around. I'm not in your room.

She looked at the Gorgon, and for the first time, the man in the white suit felt a flicker of genuine fear. "I didn't throw away my shield," Sloane said, her voice a low, vibrating growl. "I chose my weapon." She pulled two frag grenades from her belt and kicked over a heavy equipment crate for cover. "Julian," she whispered, leaning down to press a fierce, salt-tasting kiss to his forehead. "Close your eyes. It’s about to get very dark." As the first explosion rocked the warehouse, the "Killer Wife" unleashed a level of violence that made her time with the Volkovs look like child's play. She wasn't fighting for a Don. She wasn't fighting for a name. She was fighting for the only soul that m

soldiers never died. Some were agents skilled in disguise, others were forensic specialists who could fake a corpse. The gory crime scenes were nothing more than Hollywood-grade special effects. Except for Enzo. He knew he had a terminal illness and was living on borrowed time. He used his last breath to stage that gruesome suicide in front of the whole world, just to push public fear and outrage to its peak. As for Dr. Sterling, the psychologist who jumped into the lake. He was the father of one of the kidnapped boys, and the architect of this psychological warfare.

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,