Stalker X Stalker Bl Novels & Stories

Jack gets into the car and gets ready to join the deal with Adam and David. Three black cars came out of the mansion, one of which was driven by Adam and David. David took the wheel. Their car sped out of the forest, speeding through the deserted road in the early hours of the morning. They must arrive on time and must make transactions quickly. The biggest and most feared mafia group in continent X is not an easy thing. Even though they are feared, they are still the target of other mafia groups. Many groups are waiting for the destruction of the mafia led by Adam, Black Rose. The groups that are trying to destroy Black Rose are only aiming to be seated, they want to replace Black Ros

I shook my head, my throat dry. “It's a studded paddle.” He turned it over in his hands, letting me see both sides. One side was smooth leather, and the other was studded, the metal bumps rising like the nodes on a medieval mace. “The smooth side will leave a deep, thudding impact. The studded side will leave marks. Small, precise circles, each one a different point of pain.” I glared, and he smirked. “This is my favourite toy.” I raised a brow. “Have you used it before?”

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

After what seemed like ages, Tristan finally spoke up. “I see you've met Parker Antonio, Natalie. I’d stay away from him if I were you. Everyone knows he’s bad news.” He spat out the words with a cold smirk, his voice icy and controlled as he crossed his arms. Something about it or what he said—Natalie couldn’t really tell— made Parker shake his head in amusement. “If I’m bad news, at least I do it right, Tristan…” The tattooed man admitted proudly, his eyes shining with fervor, “I don’t play pretend and then hide behind my father’s name…”

​Suddenly, the invisible ghosts were outlined in white powder, skeletal figures made of dust and malice. ​"Now I see you," Leo growled. ​The Silver and the Stone ​Elena didn't need another signal. She erupted from the shadows of a supply crate, her silver molecular blades humming a low, deadly tune. She was a whirlwind of precision, her blades cutting through the Stalkers' pressurized suits. Every time she struck, a hiss of filtered oxygen escaped, followed by a spray of dark, synthetic blood. ​But the Stalkers were relentless. They didn't scream; they didn't retreat. They fought with a clinical, hive-mind efficiency, their plasma blades carving glowing orange lines through the dark.

I wait for the hammer to come down. Nothing happens. "You know, with Kylie working on this, you don't even need me. I'll just slow her down." Stu closes his laptop and stands up. The sound of a gun cocking makes both of us freeze. BA–who, by now, I believe must be Mr. X– holds the muzzle of a pistol to side of Stu's head. "Are you sure you want me to believe we don't need you?" His icy tone sends shivers up my spine.

Elara'S POV Xavier stroked his thumb across his bottom lip. “Do you think this stalker is one of the hunters?” “I don’t know. Why warn me that the hunters are coming if he’s a hunter himself?” I asked. “You’re right, that makes no sense.” Xavier swept a hand over his dreads. “But your stalker has inside information on those who want you dead.” Lysander said, “A third-party spy or assassin that’s gone soft on Elara?”

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.

I could hear them scuttling across rooftops, their clicking sounds echoing through the streets. The camp alarm started blaring. Hunters poured out of buildings, weapons drawn. But they weren’t ready. Most of them were Stage One, barely trained. They’d get slaughtered. “North perimeter!” I shouted. “They’re coming from the north!” The first anomaly dropped into the camp. A Stalker. Then another. Then five more. They moved with that coordinated intelligence that made them Class C instead of Class D. I hit the first one with a shadow spike, driving through its skull before it could attack. The second one dodged and came at me from the side. I caught it with a shadow net, pulled it down, and fin

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.