The Night Stalker Book Novels & Stories

She scribbles something down before handing it back to me. I look down at the list: Stalker: Private Investigator Hacker or Cyberstalker Obsessed Ex-Lover Security Expert Detective (who becomes obsessed with their subject… which will be you, Alissia!) Stranger stalker I laugh at her note about the detective, but I’m impressed. “Okay, but is a private investigator or detective really dark enough?” She shrugs. “Depends. What are they following? How much of their life is hidden in the shadows?”

"Fine, stalker. Let's play this game," I muttered into the empty room. Many people would freak out at getting such messages, but definitely not me. Nightshade was ignoring me, Levi was getting meaner as the day went by, and I was just on my own. I wrapped my hand around my cock through the fabric, stroking slowly, rubbing the head of my cock, already feeling the pre-cum leak. I was already harder than usual. I let the flashback of that night with nightshade replay in the back of my head.

Friend: "Relax, you were both consenting adults. Just enjoy the moment and don't overthink it." Jessica: "I don't even know how to contact him. What if I'm pregnant or something?" Friend: "Don't worry, you can take a pregnancy test in a few weeks. And as for him, it was just a one-night stand. You don't need to contact him if you don't want to." Jessica: "I guess you're right. I just hope I don't regret this later." Chapter 1 (continued): As Jessica was getting ready to leave the hotel room the next morning, the man she had spent the night with sat up in bed and looked at her with a smile.

But tonight, something darker stirred within him, a violent impulse he couldn't suppress. As he prowled through the forest, he caught sight of a human woman wandering alone. She seemed lost, her movements hesitant and unsure. Ethan's predatory instincts flared, a dangerous mix of lust and aggression clouding his judgment. He crept closer, his heart pounding with a twisted anticipation. The woman turned, her eyes widening in fear as she saw him. "Who are you?" she stammered, backing away. Ethan's werewolf form shimmered as he shifted back to his human shape, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. "No one you need to know," he said, his voice low and menacing.

Felt the ghost of his touch on my skin. And then I'd remember he was gone, taken by nightwalkers, and the panic would surge through me all over again. So I'd stayed awake. Spent the entire night in my ruined office, surrounded by broken furniture and scattered papers, poring over every book about nightwalkers I could find. Old texts, ancient records, anything that might give me a clue about where they'd take their captives. How to defeat them. How to save Sebastian. My eyes burned from reading by lamplight for hours. My back ached from hunching over books.

Little did she know doing that is not a problem for the night crawlers. With super speed one of the nightcrawlers got hold of the baby and took several steps backward. Nikki woke up when she felt the baby leaving her presence. "Don't come any closer or you die alongside the baby." The night crawler threatened. "Give me my baby." Nikki brought out fire from her hands, getting ready to burn the beast. "The blood of him calls me. I couldn't resist it. I know who you are and what you can do, but this baby's blood keeps calling unto me, and I'm sure it is calling several people like me presently."

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains graphic and disturbing scenes from the perspective of a predatory character. It includes themes of obsessive desire, psychological grooming, and sexual content that may not be suitable or comfortable for all readers. Proceed with caution. *** Lilliane quickly got out of the taxi and didn’t bother waiting for change. She had no time to waste—she was certain someone was already after her. Her heart pounded rapidly, but she kept her movements calm so as not to panic or lose track of her plan.

While the doctors and nurses focused on keeping the patient's blood flowing, my assistant sewed up the wound. According to the narrator, the mother was shot by Ate, Daddy, and Mom. He and Papa were disputing about the money, and it was later revealed that Papa was involved in the drug trade. I'm not looking forward to returning to Papa Eat's place. Iyhana, don't worry; we'll merely take you to the lagoon where I'll finish my studies with Yhna. I remove my mask and gloves as soon as I enter the room and pull open the curtain.