Stalker X Stalker Bl Novels & Stories

"If you want to live to see the next moonrise, hire the contract killer now," Seraphina Duskryn hissed, her sharp claws digging into the surface of the iron table inside the Blackmoor Pack House. She stared down at the crisp high-definition surveillance photos scattered across the stone floor. Every shot captured my form. Xender Stormriven, moving with lethal precision through Nightfall Territory, my leather jacket tight over broad shoulders, twin silver daggers strapped to my thighs, and my jaw set in a cold, hard line.

I collapsed onto the bed and sighed heavily, “I know.” “No, Iliana. That’s like...premium dark romance material,” she yelped, “Are you hearing yourself? Your stalker is tall, hot, dangerous, and…” she lifted the box in the air “...feral for you? That’s like the whole package a girl can ever dream for.” I stared at her in bafflement, “Are you even listening to yourself, Thea? He is a really dangerous man. He fucking tortured a living being.”