Romantic Killer Stalker Novelas e Histórias

“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?

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.

One afternoon, as they navigated a narrow canyon, a sudden, deafening roar echoed through the rock walls. It was not the howl of a wolf, but the mechanical bark of a hunter’s weapon, followed by the whistling screech of a projectile. Elara reacted instantly, shoving Kael out of the path of the incoming bolt. The silver-tipped arrow buried itself deep into the rock face where he had stood moments before, a testament to the Shade Stalkers’ deadly accuracy.

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.

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.

she asks, looking him over before planting a kiss on his lips. “NO! Rebecca, I’m the only one who could love you” the stalker yells as Katrina takes off one of her socks and shoves it in his mouth. “Quieter already” Katrina giggles, checking her brother over to make sure he wasn’t stabbed with the knife, they weren’t aware of.