Romantic Killer Stalker Novels & Stories

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Everything a girl needed for a night in the woods with her dog. “Psh, don’t call me sir. No need for that. Name’s B.” “Ha, like the think you shot? But didn’t kill?” “Yes,” he rolled his eyes. Probably heard something similar all his life. “Like the animal. Like the knife. Like the dollar bill.” “I’m Harley, nice to meet you. Like the motorcycle.” He rested his rifle against the tree and sat down on the muddy bank next to her. Koog climbed on his lap to sniff the light bubbles coming out of his freshly opened beer. Koogs sneezed—again—and B laughed.

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.

"But the truth is I'm not believing that the rebel are the real culprit here. I secretly investigated this case and my hunch was right. It was the vampires again! They are the one who did the killings here in Riverious!" "V-Vampires? How would they even do that? There's a boundary, Papa and they should just be in Kliterion because that's their territory! They can't go here that instantly! It's impossible!" "No, it's not impossible because the real mastermind in this case are the Stavros. I already talked to the Stavros couple just recently reason for me to not go home here early." He clenched his jaw and tightened his fist. "They're really the worst! They have no conscience at all! They are

"I’m sorry? That sounds a bit dramatic, don't you think?" "Don't play dumb," Jovan interrupted. His voice was low, a dangerous rumble that made Chloe flinch. He didn't look away from her, his dark eyes boring into hers like twin barrels of a gun. "Do you know an Archer Schuyler?" Chloe tilted her head, the picture of practiced innocence. "Archer? The name sounds familiar. Oh, wait. Was that the stalker who caused the scene yesterday? Why would I know him, Jovan?" She shot me a look of pure, unadulterated vitriol.

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

It was the Stalker. Roman didn't jump. He didn't even look up. He just kept typing, his fingers moving fast. "I'm looking at Marcus’s blood. The money. That’s all he really is." "He’s smart," the Stalker said. The voice sounded like static. "He moves the money every hour. You’ll never catch the tail of it."

“Why so shocked, kitten?” He purrs at her. There are blood stains on his face and clothes, making Scarlett shiver in fear. The corpse of the homeless man is lying behind him while the woman is standing there, deadpan. Scarlett can’t look away, her heart thumping hard. This is the true face of Ryder. The face of a killer. “I am a killer, kitten,” he says as if reading her mind. “I told you already.” “You…you said you only kill when it’s necessary,” she whispers. “This…this is…”

That I was Romy, the little sister of Alina Hawthorne? Either ways, I wasn’t leaving his room until I drove the knife right into his heart. "Go to hell!" I spat, thrashing wildly to break his hold, but every violent movement only ground my hips against his, sending electric, traitorous shocks of arousal straight down my spine. The mate bond was a terrible, sickening thing. Rowan’s chest rumbled with a dark chuckle, his gaze flickering to my lips. "Gosh, I can smell your arousal, Raven. It’s intoxicating. Feels like you're fighting that far more than you're fighting me,” he smirked. “are you sure you came here to kill me, or fuck me?”

And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.