Romantic Killer Stalker Novels & Stories

"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…”

Romy shouted, her voice echoing off the tall oak bookshelves, shattering the quiet of the high wing. She stepped right up to me, her chest pressing against my leather coat, her green eyes blazing with a fierce, terrifying pride that burned brighter than the gold mark on her collarbone. "Look at me!" she demanded, reaching up with her right hand to grip the lapels of my heavy coat, forcing me to meet her fierce, unbroken gaze. "I am not a fragile heirloom to be hidden away in a velvet box! I am not a prize to be hoarded in a stone vault while the world burns outside your gates! I am Romy of the Hawthorne line. I am an assassin who spent thirteen years hunting the very monsters you are trying

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.

She was a tall girl in her mid-twenties whom Ricky had fallen for. Roman saw the killer's back but as soon as he turned around in Ricky's memory, the image became blurry. Roman was tired and couldn't concentrate. All he could catch was a tattoo of the grim reaper on the killer's backhand. This was just before he phased into a light grey wolf with yellow glowing eyes. Roman came out of the kid's head and almost fell down on the floor. "Alpha!" "Roman!" In a flash, Klaus and Jaxson held up their Alpha before he hit the floor.

"I liked you so much but you just had to throw all my life for you away and you had to hook up with your goddamn butler. He slapped her harder again with the ring on his finger this time. Vivian gasped in pain, her bennie falling off her head to reveal her baldness. "He kissed you, he took your virginity!" "And I enjoyed every single bit of it" she finally forced out which made the stalker's eyes turn red as he brought out a knife. He wanted her to beg for mercy but she didn't, which made him so angry he plunged the knife into her chest again and again and again. "I love you so much but you just had to be a whore didn't you?" he looked at her lifeless body before leaving. In Elena's ward Ros

He held my cheek harshly and brought his lips near mine but I slapped him, I knew it hurt his ego. He grabbed my hair and pulled them aggressively, “ Don’t test my patience Lily, I am done with your bullshit” he said finally revealing his psychotic behavior. “If not for that old brat I would have fucked you long ago but now I am waiting for our marriage. If you are that desperate then I shall fuck now” he says. Before he could use any force over me, a knock disturbed him. “Who the fuck is it?” he yells and leaves me harshly before he makes his way to the door. I ran towards the door and put my ear over it. I could hear the rough sound of a man, he seemed older but then my stalker started spe

His thumb pressed into the hollow of my throat. He could feel my pulse race. I was so sure of it. We were silent for a while but he didn't let go of me. He just stood, naked, and studying me to see if a lie would cross my face. After a long moment, he tilted his head. “You're telling the truth”. He said it was like a verdict but he didn't drop the knife. “This apartment belongs to Viktor Volkov. The contract killer. The man they call the Ghost of the Eastern Bloc”.