Romantic Killer Stalker Novels & Stories

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

“AKIA! DON’T!” “I FOUND OUT THAT ARES IS MY STALKER!” The moment those words leave her mouth, my blood starts to boil. “ARES SAW ME ALL THOSE YEARS AGO AND DECIDED THAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HIS! HE HARASSED ME, MY FAMILY, AND MY FRIENDS FOR YEARS!” The tide is turning for me. I vowed to make her stalker pay for all of the pain he put her through, and now I know that person is my brother. He terrorized our mate, and that has to be answered for. “ARES AS MY STALKER, NOT ONLY HARASSED ME. HE IS THE ONE WHO KILLED MY PARENTS!” I feel my body shaking in rage. Roul is pacing in my mind, begging to be let free. “HE NOT ONLY KILLED MY PARENTS-”

"About you, I actually don't know how I will re-arrange the flow though I have a better resolution about it." I looked at them. They were both thinking. I saw Sandstorm smile while Avalanche is still serious. "Your story is a bit complicated in a way it makes me felt uninterested." Sandstorm said. "But, I'll help you to re-arrange your plot." I felt disappointed on what Sandstorm says. "Okay, what I have here is actually this stalker of yours is willing to kill all of the girls who will be close to you, willing to terrorized a town just to eliminate those girls, willing to kidnapped you just to make you be exclusively by that stalker alone."

Could that be the reason I reacted that way? That was years ago. I tapped aggressively against the table, confused and angry. I kissed the person who killed my park members. The betrayal had come from me, again. Ishtar was a different person, and I just needed to make my peace with that face. Still, if she was an ordinary person, why does she calm my wolf so? Why do I feel whole, saner when she is around? There were so many unanswered questions. Questions I'd love to ask Minerva herself, why did she side with the hunters? Why did she kill all those people? She committed suicide before I could get to her.

The whispering woods awaited them at dawn, and with it, the elusive Earth Stalker, a symbol of hope and a chance to rewrite their destinies. The pre-dawn air hung heavy with anticipation, a thick fog mirroring the turmoil within Deimon and Gandal. Today, under the watchful gaze of the rising sun, the fate of their romantic journeys with Kate would be decided, not by some barroom brawl, but by an ancient tradition – the hunt for the elusive Earth Stalker.

His fingers tightened around her arms as he turned her slightly, making her look, forcing her to see. “There,” he said coldly, nodding toward the blood-soaked woman lying lifeless on the floor. “Didn’t she bring you a warm meal just a few hours ago? Smiled at you. Called you sweet.” Vera’s breath hitched. Her eyes locked onto the dead woman, and for a moment she saw the fake-old neighbor. Her knees weakened again, her stomach turned, but Roman held her upright. “You aimed. You fired.” His voice dropped even lower. “You’re a killer… just like me.” She looked up at him, horrified, but his face was unreadable—unforgiving, almost proud.

"I'll forgive your indiscretions. Reid probably forced you into this, right?" Fear clenched at Bella's chest as she realized the depth of the stalker's delusion. The darkness seemed to close in around her as he leaned in, kissing her through the gag. A sinister satisfaction played across his face as he pulled away, a twisted smile revealing the depths of his disturbed mind. "Finally, our first kiss," he gloated, reveling in his perverse fantasy. As Bella strained to see through the proximity, horror coursed through her veins. The stalker, the one who had haunted her nightmares and pursued her relentlessly, was none other than Tony.

His tall stature and aloof demeanor made her feel small and defenseless. "We've finally met, my creepy stalker," Sumire remarked wryly upon encountering her unsettling pursuer. The man possesses a large and imposing physique. Loomed over her, his actions and presence exuding a sense of darkness and threat. He leaned in closely, his lips exploring every corner of her skin, as his red eyes, brightened by her intoxicating scent, fixated on her. Dark and foreboding, a sinister grin appeared on his face, and a fang extended slowly, adding an eerie touch to the encounter. In a deep, husky, and compelling tone, he murmurs. "Hi, my beloved mate."

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

He looked up at me with eyes as black as coal and full of hatred. “You have been a very tricky woman to get hold of,” my stalker said, his lips curling with a humorless smirk. “Lucky for me, you were out of town long enough so I could get past these cheap little window locks.” My heart went into my throat as I fumbled to grab the doorknob behind me. All humor left my stalker’s face as he aimed the gun at me. “Don’t be an idiot,” he growled, pointed canines in his mouth bared. “Close the door, sit on the couch, and be a good girl.”