Romantic Killer Stalker Mga Nobela at Kwento

He leans to my ear and whispers, "There are 4 silver bullets in this gun, I want you to put a bullet in the pups head first and then his mate. This is what happens to traitors in the Bloodstone Pack. Do you have the guts... little girl?" My breathing increased, and I was shaking so much the gun was about to slip out my hand. I'm not a killer. I'm not a killer. I won't let him make me into one. I dropped my head and slowly started to drop the gun. I looked at Roman with sad eyes, hoping to change his mind or to get someone else to do it, but his expression was unchanging, and he was still waiting for me to pull the trigger. "I-I can't d-do it.." My voice so soft it came out as a whisper. Befo

How I wish it was just that stalker. "Ha…" Now that I think about him, he wouldn't do anything bad to my mom while I was away, right? I slap myself, as I forgot to tell Auntie Marga about that weird stalker. I just hope that he won't do any funny things while I'm away. I don't know what I can do to him if I find out that he did something. I'll give him the same thing that he gave my mom, even though he's an alpha.

The silver haired young woman struggled to come to terms with what had happened… still trying to fight off the dizziness. The last thing she saw before the darkness claimed her was the wolf’s face switching into one she knew quite well: Tristan fucking Hemmingway!

Since this was what Mila wanted, Liam took her back to the forbidden room as soon as the sun had set and the atmosphere inside the castle became more lively than it was during the day. However, sadness, terror and fear still hang in the air due to Elder Rang's completely unnatural death. They couldn't blame anyone for this because they had absolutely no idea as to who was so brave and didn't have the thought to attack and kill the elder as well. Of course there is an assumption that develops among the vampires that it was Mila who killed Elder Rang because she had previously killed Elder Elena in the dungeon and witnesses who saw the incident recounted the horrific incident in excess.

She keeps on stealing glances at him. They finish their food and they get up. They walk out the door before he gets in his car, she calls out to him. "You didn't tell me your name." "It's Aron." And with that, he gets into his red Mustang. He drives off and Alissa knows that she will never be able to let him go. She had never wanted someone in her life as she wanted him. He was everything she wanted in a guy, but she didn't know how she would get him

***Third Persons POV*** Nora raised her head from the sink and walked to the towel hanger at the side of the sink. She picked a blue cotton towel and dried her face with the towel by dabbing. Her eyes locked on the red moon outside the small glass window in the bunker. Her eyes glinted in anger as she mumbled "The Red Moon!!" Nora's mind quickly went back to the brutal story relating to the red full moon. Three centuries ago, a primordial Alpha werewolf, Ryker Starrk, went berserk and sexually assaulted and killed a young female vampire not knowing her lineage. Ryker Starrk was an aggressive and cruel werewolf the supernatural world has never known.

"The Council has crossed a line. They aren't just trying to stop a Queen; they are trying to commit a deicide." Damon and Nathaniel burst into the room then, their Alphas' instincts having finally alerted them to the breach. They saw the ash on the floor, the blood on Félix, and the terror in my eyes. Damon let out a roar of such pure, unadulterated rage that the windows of the chamber shattered. "HOW DID IT GET PAST THE WARDS?!" "It was a Stalker, Damon," Nathaniel said, his silver eyes scanning the room, already analyzing the residue. "It didn't have a soul to detect. But it’s gone now."

“And now, you’ll know what it feels like to lose everything. Because Daphne, after running, after catching me, you think there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, right?” I stared at him, cold fear creeping up my spine. “You must be wrong. I’m not the root of your problems. I was hired to go after you. I already had a purpose with you by killing two birds with one stone. Someone out there wants to take down Charles Sinclair. And guess what? You’ll never know who.” With a sudden and terrifying speed, he pulled a gun from his back pocket. Sebastian yelled, running towards him, “NOOO!” Time slowed as the stalker raised the gun, his finger on the trigger. The shot rang out.

I rub the back of my neck. This city used to have organized violence. Territory fights. Power struggles. Now something else is happening. Someone is hunting. Lucian continues reading. “Hall says this killer only targets rogue wolves and rogue daughters of the sea.” Alexander leans back. “So technically she’s doing pest control.” “That’s not the point,” I snap. Lucian pockets the phone. “Hall also said something else.” I look at him. “What.” “He said his investigation… keeps leading back to you.” My patience vanishes instantly.

"Because I have been following Jennie for a while, and I see the messages you two have. You wished you hadn't dated Brandon so that you could get with her. What a shame, Evan; I thought you were a good boy, tsk tsk. Now, I'm going to let you go— BUT! I will be watching you closely like a hawk watches his prey. If you tell anybody in any shape or form, then you can say bye to your life and theirs. Do you understand?" The stalker grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. He said that this shouldn't hurt as I like this kink. Suddenly, everything went black again– what will I do?