The Night Stalker Book Novels & Stories

“Yes, Riley! I know your secret, and I know about the girl you killed in Drakes Suite. You screw her to her death, and you covered it up to save your ass, didn’t you?” she asked him, facing him squarely. He raised his hand to slap her across the face, but I raised my hand and stopped his hand before it could land on her cheeks, and I pushed him away in disgust, gazing at him like an alien. “When did you become such a monster, how did you become a Necrophiliac?” I inquired, but he ignored my question and continued to glare at us in anger.

On the large bed, the girl stretched her slender legs on the bed, just because she was absorbed in her thoughts, her eyes glittered and dazed. The white body in the fragile nightgown is a powerful aphrodisiac for any man. The cave seemed to be hidden under the skirt, making the hot blood in his body boil. Dinh Quan's throat undulating up and down, coughed softly to dispel the feeling in his heart and cause movement to attract her attention.

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

He paused, his gaze slowly traveling over my body from head to toe before he added, “And you're not wearing a bra. I've been watching you from the other side of the club since you walked in. Your nipples were practically calling my name.” I hissed and tried to pull away, but his grip didn't budge. He was far stronger than I was. Then, with the same irritating calmness that never seemed to leave him, he said, “Relax. This will be quick.” My eyes widened in shock. And I realized in that moment that whatever I had walked into tonight… was no longer just a mistake.

As usual, after having a scrumptious meal of beef stew, which was as usual, cooked by the mysterious stalker, Ricky quickly went upstairs to his room. Pulling his tired face, he sank into the fluffy bed and heaved a sigh. “…This is bad.” Really bad, actually. He really should be thinking of eliminating the stalker, not becoming comfortable with their presence. He got up from the bed to look for his phone. As he rummaged inside his backpack, his fingers brushed against the children book that he bought at the spur of the moment. His face twitched into a grimace as he leered at the colorful book. Buying a children book costed almost all of his dignity. He even have to pull a straight face when

Looking at him now, trying to make that sad face as he looked up at me through his lashes, I would’ve felt sorry for him…if I hadn't seen that slight tilt to his lips, that little wicked gleam in his eyes that spoke volumes of just how big of a faker he really was. Lonely my foot! He was just trying to get me in his bed. And a sucker that I was for his puppy eyes, I might actually be giving in. Closing up all my books and papers, I moved them into my book cabinet next to my bed and cleared out the table before heading to the bathroom to finish my business. When I came out, I found Night with his back turned to me, the covers practically on the floor and even though I couldn’t see his face, t

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I ran my fingers over the embossed title: Nightstalkers; Hunting the Creatures of the Night. As I opened the book, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The pages were old and worn, their corners curling up from years of use. The illustrations within were both beautiful and terrifying, depicting hunters fighting against the creatures I had come to learn about; werewolves, vampires, and other beasts of the night. As I read through the book, I felt my heart racing with excitement and fear. I learned about the different types of hunters and their techniques for tracking and killing these dangerous creatures. Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting ag

I slapped his chest playfully when The Ring was making my heart jump too many times and he was making it worst with his whispers, playing me, scaring me, telling me that his building might be haunted. But that night he did calm me down with his kisses and his superb naked posture. We had sex again, the calming kind, and I fell asleep in his arms though I was not wanting the night to end easily knowing his stalker issue and the fact that I will need to end things for us. I was up a couple of times during my sleep, I was restless for the next day, tried to close my eyes several times until I gave up, decided to get out of bed, get dressed quietly, and leave my honey bun bun who was still sleep

"Since all of you laid hands on Evonne last night, you're considered part of the Bradford family now. It's time for each of you to pay up for the engagement gifts." After that, I turned to the medical team. "What are you waiting for? Strip their pants off. They should be honored that the last woman they touched was Evonne." At my order, they began pulling down the men's pants. As they were about to proceed, the doors of Nocturne were suddenly forced open from the outside. Dozens of men in black filed, lining up in two neat rows. I sat on the couch, watching everything unfold with a faint smile on my lips.

I couldn’t do anything. Then, click… One by one, the lights flickered out. A chill ran down my spine so sharp it hurt. The entire room plunged into darkness except for the small night lamp beside my bed, its faint orange glow spilling across the floor. The footsteps stopped outside my door. And then — creak. The handle turned. The door opened slowly and soundlessly, and a figure stepped inside. Broad shoulders. Tall frame. Movements way too calm and too controlled. He didn’t rush. He wasn't even sneaking around. He walked in like he owned the entire place. Like he owned me. The kind of confidence that made fear crawl right out of you.