Romantic Killer Stalker の小説・ストーリー

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.

No… I looked closely at the hands trying to tell myself that it could not be and when my eyes found the Imelda tattoo, my heart fell and I was torn between throwing up and crying. Stalker is Orian, Orian is my stalker and grump is all two, they are the same person and someone better come out from the woods and scream its a prank or I would faint right away with the hope of never waking up again. "Malyshka ." He called stepping closer to me, his voice was barely an audible whisper but I heard because he intended for me to hear like he was trying to prove to me that he was the one and I was stupid enough to be played and there was something new to his tone.

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.

His featureless face was calm, his hands empty, but his posture was that of a man who knew the fight was already over. “Mr. Rogers,” the man said, his voice a bland, neutral tenor. “A valiant, predictable effort. The aquatic distraction. The service entrance. Mr. Stalker’s signature is all over it.” Anton’s heart hammered against his ribs. The drive continued to pulse, a tiny, hopeful heartbeat in the face of the killer’s void. “He miscalculated,” the killer continued, taking a step forward. “He thinks like an operative. I think like a custodian. I clean the house. I don’t guard the front door.”

Something vulnerable and almost scared. “I didn't mean for this to happen," he whispered. “I came here to help you. I didn't plan to—” “I know.” “But I'm not sorry.” My breath caught. “Stein—” “I'm not sorry for fucking you,” he repeated. “And if whoever's watching that camera saw everything, I don't care. I'd do it again.” He kissed me before he got dressed. “Let's find that bastard,” he said.

He saw too much violence which would last him a lifetime. 'I have to catch him before he could get a chance to touch my Riley again. Looking at what he is capable of, I cannot risk her safety or any other woman's safety again ' he thought with determination. What is making him restless is the fact that every dead woman has an uncanny resemblance to Riley, which told him how obsessed that Stalker is with her. 'She is my mate and mine alone. I will kill you with my bare hands before you could get close to her again ' he vowed.

"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."