Romantic Killer Stalker Novels & Stories

Desire burned through her, startling and fierce. She pressed closer as he showered, watching the water trace the lines of him. When he touched himself, something inside her unraveled. She pressed her hands against the glass, desperate to see. There was no harm in watching. But he noticed. Her mistake frightened him. He tiptoed through her house after that. Avoided rooms. Tried to protect himself from her. He called her a ghost. She was not just a ghost. She was his. And when he spoke of leaving, of touching someone else, of getting laid, something cold and sharp settled inside her.

“So, is that it? You realized he’s not the guy you thought?” I hesitate, trying to put it into words. “It’s more complicated. Things were great... until I got a stalker,” I admit, and almost immediately someone squeals from across the room. “Oh my God! Like a real stalker? Is he hot?” A bubbly woman plops down in a chair, her eyes wide with excitement. “That’s Lilly,” Sasha explains with a laugh. “She loves her romance novels. Not all stalkers are dreamboat types, Lilly!” she teases.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

A stark reminder that this battle was not just a clash of powers, but a test of survival. Hestia's eyes blazed with bright fury and gleaming desperation as she raised her dagger once again, the blade gleaming in the dim light. “Fuck you, Cassidy! Let me go!” With renewed ferocity, we clashed, each strike a symphony of power and determination to kill one another. “Before you die, I want to slap you with reality.” I cocked my head at Gamma Jamenei, who dispersed himself in front of me and gave me the cylindrical beaker containing blood. “Do you see the color of this?” I asked her, still trying to claw me out but my hand was firm around her neck.

Malachi looked up from his desk he gestured for them to sit. She moved from the room but found herself in their woodland, she recognised the trees, the scents. But it was carnage. She watched Luca wrap his arms around a big black wolf’s neck, watching out the corner of his eye as the love of his life disappeared in a cloud of exhaust fumes and dust. He just hoped she made it. She felt she was within Luca but apart. It didn’t feel strange, it felt how it should be. He snapped the neck of his attacker before pouncing, transforming mid step into the onslaught he found his pack in.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

"No! Stop it! Don't you dare touch her again!" "Next time, it will be her life I will come for, so choose your words carefully." "Cara." I blurted, biting my lips hard because I didn't want to say more, and groaning in pain because I had to say more. "I'm from the Silver Eye pack, but you are right, I'm not a wolf." He frowned in awe. "What on earth are you, then? A faceshifter? Does that still—" Styker dropped dead in front of me. I looked and saw his men dropping dead, too. Arrows lodged in their necks, all having an exit.

“I'm not like you.” “Just hit me back!” He screamed this time. I stared at him in shock. “You're a fucking psycho!” “Yes!” He yelled back at me. “I'm a psycho who loves only one man. God forbid I want to keep you by my side forever! I didn't fucking commit any crime! I only wanted to get to know you more!” “By following me and secretly taking my photos?” “It still isn't a fucking crime!”

"No! You can't mean you want me to..." "I'm afraid he does, dear," Julia said. "I think we'd better..." "No! Not that. I won't do that." The Stalker walked over to stand in front of Kelly, raising the shotgun to her face. Kelly stared at it, mesmerised, her mouth slightly open. The Stalker pushed the barrel of the gun between her lips. "Open wider," he commanded, and she complied, not thinking, and he pushed four inches of cold, metal gun barrel into her mouth. She gagged. "Now suck on it, pussy. Suck on it like you're gonna suck on my cock later on. Suck on it, or I'll pull this trigger an' I'll just have one pussy to play with."

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.”