Novel & Cerita Romantic Killer Stalker

I turned back, the shadows of the room hiding my face, leaving only the cold, predatory glint of my eyes visible. "His name is Roman," I said. "And he’s the man whose going to kill Bane Valak”

I tried to move for my father, but then one of Dante’s men pointed a gun at me. My father had collapsed on the floor, and he was bleeding from the head. Dante stared me down. “Do we have a deal or not? Because if we don’t, I’ll kill your father and come after your mother next. And if that’s not enough, then I’ll go to Uncle Donovan, Aunt Kelsey…and the list goes on and on.” “You’re a fucking psychopath.” “I know.” He continued to hold the gun steady. “Love makes us do crazy things.”

Nova said. Sadie-Rae turned fast. “No, you will not.” “Why?” “Because your stalker is sitting outside.” “He is not my stalker.” “You hear yourself, right?” “You literally just counted the number of days he’s been watching you.” Nova grabbed the flashlight from beneath the register. “Stay here.” “That is exactly what women say five minutes before the documentary narrator tells us they were never seen again.”

They were going to kill her. A sudden, fierce pain shot through her, and she clutched wildly at Roxanne’s arm, for her friend had moved to Bianca’s side when she cried out. “Hush…bee…Bianca…Don’t…” But Bianca was beyond listening. Realisation stole the air from her lungs. The Stalker, Her Stalker, who had been terrorising her now for months, always one step ahead, always remaining elusive. Yes, he had sent this. To crush her.

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.

Every kill was absolute. "Retrieve the beacon data!" Elena commanded, her voice amplified by the Null-link. One of the Stalkers, a girl no older than nineteen whose eyes were a fierce, permanent gold, dove for the silver spike. She ripped it from the ground, the violet light dying instantly as she crushed the internal processor between her fingers. The Final Handshake of the Flats The skirmish lasted less than three minutes. Of the thirty Liquidators, only one remained, the Lead Liquidator, his helmet cracked, his shoulder pinned to the obsidian by a jagged vine that had grown through his suit in seconds.

But before they could reach it, Alexandra's figure appeared from behind the chimney. “You're amazing, Vic,” she smiled, gun drawn. “No wonder Stefan fell in love with you. But unfortunately,” she pointed the gun at Stefan, ”I don't like sharing my toys.” Everything happened in a split second. The sound of a gunshot. Stefan's body was pushed back. Blood seeped down his white Ermenegildo Zegna shirt. And Vic, the “Calculated Killer”, finds himself in a position he never expected - having to choose between saving the man who loves him or pursuing the truth about his own family.

I could not believe one of my die-hard fans was a stalker. Shakily, I went to my social media. Romeo was one of the few fans I followed. He posted updates pretty often, like any ordinary fan, but when I scrolled through his posts, I found a photo that brought chills to my spine. It was a photo of him carrying a cat, and on his left wrist was a mole. The man who killed me had covered his face, but I remembered seeing the same mole on his wrist. This was not a coincidence. Romeo was not any normal stalker fan; he was a murderer after my own life.

“The study. With ivory letter openers and globes and shit.” B tiptoed through the kitchen into the well-appointed foyer where he’d been greeted by WY’s mystical creature of a sister. The study sat on one side of the entryway, closed off by two double doors with ornate scrollwork. Carvings of snakes intertwined with fawns, men intertwined with women, and vines choking all of them ran from top to bottom. B put his hand on the doorknob and let his other hand run up the back of a snake wrapped around a woman’s torso. She was turned away from B, with her exposed rear protruding from the door. The pointed light of the headlamp reflected off of her backside. B let his palm rest on her rear and his

And I know which is the right one. I quickly turned around and ran for the car. I dived in the seat and closed the door behind me. Two of the men were still outside, but I looked at the driver and - in an earnest voice - I said. "DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE! QUICKLY BEFORE I UNLEASH THE WRATH OF THE KILLER SMILE!" I slapped the back of the car seat repeatedly to show urgency. The driver seemed like he was about to question me when he looked back. But upon pointing at the incoming hybrid, he finally understood and began to drive, leaving my stalker and the two men in black who were utterly confused with the situation.