Stalker 2 Happiness For Everyone Novels & Stories

I had finally found true happiness. The End.

The adrenaline from the docks still clung to my skin long after I returned to the penthouse. Even after locking the door behind me, I couldn’t shake the memory of the Stalker’s shriek echoing through the fog. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those dead white eyes lunging toward me through the snow. The apocalypse had started early. Which meant every second mattered now. I crossed the dark penthouse slowly, the city lights of Oakhaven glowing beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows like a dying constellation. Somewhere below, people were laughing in rooftop bars, arguing in traffic, planning weddings and business meetings…

Velia didn’t say anything, instead closing her eyes. Meanwhile... The Reapers were still enjoying themselves, talking and laughing. Virus and Godfather Marco had already left. "So, what do you think of this place?" Stalker asked, her voice relentless as she hadn’t given him any space to breathe. He was already fed up. "Honestly, I just want to get the hell out of here," he muttered, taking another drink. "This place isn’t that bad. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it here. Just relax," she smiled and touched his shoulder.

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.

Said Sisca sincerely. Jes looked at Sisca questioningly, she didn't know what Adam's happiness meant. Sisca nodded and smiled again. "Yes. Adam's happiness is you, so don't even think you're going to get away from him. Because if you go, Adam's happiness will collapse. " Sisca explained. Jes turned to look at Adam, asking what explanation Jes explained. Adam just rolled his eyes lazily. "Do not listen to her. That little kid is just lying, just nonsense. " Adam replied.

He stares at me, no warmth, no mercy—only devastation buried beneath fury. Finally, he releases my throat and steps away. I almost collapse onto the wooden floor. He turns back toward Daniel, smiles, and draws the gun again. He cocks the gun. His expression never changes. “I searched the world for my wife, and I found her in your arms.” Daniel’s eyes widen. My blood turns to ice. “No!” I throw myself at him again. “Tristan!” Too late—the gun fires.

"Task objective achieved: Be rejected by the male lead one hundred times. "Congratulations, Tasha. You've completed your mission. "Reward calculation in progress… "Calculation complete. "Mission reward: 80 million dollars. Severe injury compensation: 30 million dollars. Total: 110 million dollars. "Special reward: Talent Point – Police Intuition. "Countdown: three seconds until world exit. Welcome back to reality. Have a pleasant day."

I want you, Sunshine. Me:Well, get in line cuz there are so many people in the queue already.. Stalker(chuckling): You really crack me up. You are feisty little one, aren't you. Hmm....I like that. I like that a lot. I wanna see how feisty you would be when I have you trapped beneath me screaming my name. Ew, I felt disgusted immediately. Me: Where are you? I scanned my room but it was empty. Stalker: Stop looking around around. I'm not in your room.

She gasps with her eyes open looking for the enemy in depression. "Aham," Mr. Hogger applauds himself when he sees The Hunter and his men running towards the scene. "Didn't their parents teach them not to steal someone else's food," he pulls out a minigun, stands up, and puts a cigar in his mouth.

How badly I wish that dream had come true. It wasn’t our reality and I knew that all along. Maybe I don’t deserve happiness. People with families like mine don’t get happy endings. I stare out at the city below. Where are you now, Stace? I watch the people bustle along on the street below. This place never seems to go to sleep. It’s after 1am. Where is he? I frown as my eyes fix on two men on the street. They aren’t acting like everyone else. They keep stopping, looking at the people around them. I sit closer to the window and really concentrate