Romantic Killer Stalker Novels & Stories

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

He fired three rapid-succession rounds, the silver-core bullets colliding with the necrotic bolt mid-air, neutralizing the blast in a shower of brilliant white sparks. ‎ ‎"You’re firing at my husband's property," Victor said, his voice dropping into that chilling, aristocratic tone that usually meant a company was about to be wiped off the stock exchange. "And your credit has just been denied." ‎ ‎Before the squad leader could chamber another round, Kael burst through the top of the molten cage. His silver claymore took the leader's head in a single clean spin, the remaining Stalkers collapsing as their centralized command unit went dark.

Stella must have wanted to talk to me because he put the phone to my ear and I yell for Stella to go to her sister not to come out here but it a fatal attempt the bastard hit me over the head with the butt of the gun he has. When I come to again, Stella is in the car leaning over me. “Damnit Stella, what are you doing in here? I told you to stay away.” I hiss at her. “Awe look at you love birds. You know Stella, if you would have just loved me that way, we wouldn’t be in this mess and I wouldn’t have to kill your lover.” This guy is a sick fucking psycho.

I was so angry it was like all my actions were of their own accord "At least answer the fucking question and maybe I can finally get one sufficient night's rest without my thoughts being filled with the murderous stalker that occupies my house whenever he wants! With a growl, He stands up and takes a step forward, his shadow falling over me. I'm five foot six and I have to tilt my head back to look at him. "Let me make one thing clear," he takes another step closer to me and I do the opposite "I owe you nothing. And anything I do happens because I can. I killed that guy you brought home because you let him touch you. I killed the guy at the club because you kissed him and gave him privileges

Let’s see how this one ends for our girl. [And if she rejects him, he gets angry and kills people anyway. Same outcome, different flavor.] The air felt charged, hormones spiking fast. That familiar dryness hit my throat again. My eyes felt glued to his face. I couldn’t look away. I’d experienced this before. There was a dungeon once, Rose Manor. The feeling was exactly the same as when I ran into Zero and Jackson back then. The moment I lock eyes with an anomaly that fits my taste, my stupid love-struck brain starts overheating on its own.

Jealousy consumed her heart, and she began to make one unforgivable mistake after another. She drugged Romi and had someone violate her. She used the underworld to ruin the Romi’s family, turning the once-admired young lady into a commoner like herself. Romi eventually committed suicide. The envied Romi was no more. After Romi's death, Steele uncovered the truth. When he learned that Pinky had killed his fiancée, he couldn't believe it. The usually obedient and docile sister was actually so ruthless. It was he who had invited the wolf into their home, leading to the deaths of Romi and dozens from her family.

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.

I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to face off with someone who could overcome Jeffrey. Then Jeffrey stumbled beneath a streetlamp, holding a scruffy, bloodied man in a headlock. “Jeffrey?” I asked. “What’s going on?” “This is your stalker,” Jeffrey grunted, struggling to keep his hold on the man. “Alexander Chevalier, the Bloody Knight. He’s the most well-known assassin in the werewolf criminal underworld.” Jeffrey pulled something out of Chevalier’s pocket and tossed it to me. The smooth fabric was immediately familiar. My favorite scarf.

Hacker stops and puts up a hand, letting me know to stay still and be quiet. “We’re coming, Hacker. Do not engage!” Raptor says. Unfortunately, at that moment, a very feral looking Stellan slams out of Landon and Lila’s bedroom. He’s panting heavily and frothing at the mouth. “Feral,” Hacker confirms. I’m not sure if it’s meant for me or Raptor, but Raptor responds immediately. “Hacker, get the fuck out of there. NOW!” I understand that we can’t move. Any movement on our part will turn Stellan’s ire toward us. Instead, Hacker stands perfectly still, his body pressing mine against the wall so I can barely see what’s going on.

"Then I heard the infamous Slater wanted me of all people to work for him." I slid a sheet of paper over to him, watching as his eyes dropped to it before falling onto the bracelet on my wrist. He had a single mission. A plan devised by 'Detective Rhee' to get him to remember his old life. I genuinely didn't care whether he did or didn't but she was too stubborn. His mission was to kill Frank Parker, the roommate of his ex-girlfriend. She didn't agree to any killing but Parker needed to go. She hoped that upon seeing his ex, he'd remember her and his life would go back to normal. She obviously watched too much television.