Romantic Killer Stalker Novels & Stories

“Are attacks in intimate partner homicides often impulsive,” he asks, his voice smooth and measured, “or symbolic? What falls into which category?” A few tentative answers rise from the room, scattered and uncertain. Then— “Raven.” My head snaps up. Tristan is standing at the front of the classroom, still leaning against his desk, the other making a small, lazy motion for me to come closer. He doesn’t even look at me when he does it, as if my obedience is already assumed.

she replied softly. Jes was silent for a moment, scooped up as much oxygen as possible to get back to neutralizing the heartbeat that had been irregular. You can still imagine the many weapons that Adam carried and you can still see the symbol of the gun and the rose on the back of the car. "Is Adam a mobster?" Asked Jes. Still silent, staring back at Jes without blinking. But Sisca slowly nodded her head, as if she was being hypnotized by Jeslyn's gaze.

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

She smiled. It was a truly wicked smile, slow and devious and made all the more gruesome by the blood dripping down her chin. Light headed as I was, I still felt a chill as those dark, otherworldly eyes met mine. “Didn’t quite go to plan, did it, little hunter?” I smiled right back at her. I had an idea. I couldn’t doubt myself – I didn’t have any other options. “Yes,” I said, falling to the ground and grabbing the makeshift stake, hoping with my whole heart that it would work, that it would kill her, “it did.”

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

She started, “So when I held them as they were dying… they were both grinning ear to ear and happy.” Parker's eyes grew watery as she spoke. “They bragged about the ten year old child who called himself Lycan, and about how he single-handedly killed everyone in the pack…“ She smiled more, “Their last words were ‘You should’ve seen it’…” She got choked up, quickly pushing it off and keeping the large smile on her face. Parker let go of Selena’s chin and moved her eyes towards the door. “This guy here… he isn’t the same person my parents saw but I feel like I’ve fulfilled their last wish and I can’t be more thankful for that.” She said.

A world the law didn’t touch. A world soaked in blood. The root of my unending wealth. Heads bowed the moment I stepped out. “Boss.” “Boss.” Their voices echoed in submission. I didn’t respond. I only came here when it's serious business. Rugar stepped forward…my best shooter, my third after Leo, him and Leo are my shadow in this world. Here, I wasn’t Professor Black. I wasn’t Zed. I was Roman motherfucking Killer. The name that made grown men piss themselves.

Lucia Lucia The disco lights flooded the floor as we stepped inside the room after going through some security checking devised by some of the guys from college. All they did during security check was to grope and palm my intimate parts and touch and graze their hands over my neck and hips. It was disgusting when I swat away their hands and ducked behind Calvin, one of the guys leaned down and spoke with a smirk growing on his face that sent terrifying chills over my spine. " Don't be sacred of us little princess, we are very good boys, " then another guy pointed my hand gripping Calvin's ones and said,

The next one wasn’t my kill, but it might as well have been. Viktor held the gun with casual precision, his finger squeezing the trigger with the same ease as a pianist pressing a key. The man’s head snapped back, a crimson bloom spreading across the wall behind him, and I flinched, even though I told myself not to. “Don’t look away,” Viktor said sharply, his tone brooking no argument. “This is the world we live in now. You need to see it.” I forced myself to meet his gaze, to swallow down the bile rising in my throat.

Something about him made me uneasy, like I’d seen him before but couldn’t remember when or where. The way he moved—it felt too familiar. I forced myself to approach, clearing my throat. "Can I help you find something?" He turned slowly, and for the first time, I saw his face clearly. His eyes were dark, intense, piercing through me in a way that made my breath catch. There was a stillness about him, like a predator waiting for the right moment. He was handsome, but in a dangerous, unsettling way. “No,” he said, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down my spine. “Just browsing.”