The Night Stalker Book Novels & Stories

She flipped it open, but every page was a haunting, pristine white. On the back cover, a small, jagged stone was embedded in the leather. Driven by a sudden, magnetic curiosity, she touched it. A sharp sting pierced her finger. A drop of blood hit the stone. The book erupted in a blinding, ethereal light. Startled, Stella jerked back, clutching the glowing book to her chest. The old ladder creaked and gave way. As she tumbled backward, she felt the heavy bookshelf begin to tip with her.

The bodyguard 5 The night the stalker came, the world shattered like glass under a boot. It was 2 a.m., the estate wrapped in that heavy silence that only old money can buy—thick walls, acres of manicured grounds, security systems Knox had upgraded himself. I'd fallen asleep alone for the first time in weeks, my body still aching from the gala's aftermath. Knox had fucked me raw that evening, bending me over the balcony railing overlooking the empty ballroom, his cock pounding into me while he whispered how my cum-stained dress had driven him mad all night.

None of them would work. He cleared his throat, the sound rough in the quiet room. The storm had faded to a gentle patter. "You, uh... dropped your... book," he said, his voice low. He placed the dildo carefully on the nightstand, next to the fallen paperback, as if it were a fragile artifact. I couldn't speak. I just pulled the blanket up to my chin, wishing it would swallow me whole. But then he didn't leave. He just stood there, his gaze locked on mine. The air crackled, thick with everything unsaid-the naked encounter, the mutual masturbation we'd pretended didn't happen, and now this. The last shred of pretense was gone.

She'll think I just played with her. Night falls. These days, I tried to sleep for about two or three hours. The advantage I have is that my nightmares don't let me sleep more than necessary. Hasan returns to bring dinner, but before he leaves, shouts and then gunshots are heard. The little one jumps in fright. I put him behind me, along with Franco, who is still lying on the floor among some blankets, but he's awake now. He's still weak and not fully conscious. With my left hand, I grab my gun and aim it at the door. Footsteps start getting closer. I cover Hasan and Franco with my body. The noises fade for a few seconds. With a single blow, they open the barn door, revealing three hooded an

Though it felt strange and even shameful, she decided it was time to explore the things she had once feared and avoided. But try as she might to push it away, the nightmare kept returning to haunt her. And more than ever, her hatred for Janus grew — if it hadn’t been for him leaving and breaking her heart, she would never have mistaken that stranger for her ex‑lover and lost herself in that moment of madness. Slowly, she sat up in bed. She felt a warm, firm arm resting securely around her waist — a sensation that felt strangely comforting. She blinked her eyes open, wondering if she was still dreaming, and nearly screamed in shock when she saw a man lying naked beside her, his body pressed c

The face that made people call me a horrifying human. Time checked. A few hours to 9 pm. It was time to have some more fun playing with my prey. ~~~ Haven Hotel, room 1001. The door creaked open. Swiftly, I shifted my gaze away from the space to the man stepping into the room. I kept my eyes on him, watching as he shrugged off his jacket, tossed it onto the bed, and headed for the bathroom. Halfway there, something, perhaps instinct made him pause.

But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control. For five tense minutes Gian drove the car through the streets with a lead foot. Fortunately, he knew his way around this part of town very well and so it was easy for him to find the address. However, he stared at the proper roadside parking. He just stopped across the front of the house and then they just had to follow the screams. Maddox just took the time to rush to the trunk and get his hunting rifle when he followed Gian across the driveway of a local family house.

Aly said, sticking her tongue out at her brother. We all hopped in the Jeep and pretty soon we were pulling into my driveway. I thanked them again before getting out of the car and running inside. I bounded up the stairs and fell back onto my bed. I looked around at my walls. All of them were plastered with posters of Damien Raines and Devil’s Night. It still didn’t feel real. In just two days I would be standing just mere feet away from him and something told me this night was going to change my life.

On my return, I creep back up the towering staircase; hopeful not to disturb anyone as I concentrate hard on not spilling my scolding drink, eager to take a sip. Back in the sanctuary of my room, I cautiously give the door a shove before rummaging amongst my gifts for the old book Isaac had gifted me upon my awakening—figuring this would be a good way to pass some time. Still dressed in the vintage cloth it was originally wrapped in, I can’t help but wonder if the family relic will hold some of the unanswered questions I have about the pack that’s looking after me, or more specifically, about Elijah. With only negative connotations coming to mind when thinking of the Shadow Pack, I feel some

I planned to replace all her panties with briefs, and aside from that, I was planning to take a picture of her while sleeping, thinking that maybe she would have an embarrassing sleeping habit, maybe she drools in her sleep or something, anything embarrassing that would make my revenge satisfying. It was just five in the morning when I decided to go to Yesha's room, so it was no wonder that there were few people outside their rooms. "This is it," I told myself when I was finally in front of Yesha's room. I tapped the key card I got from the receptionist and couldn't stop myself from cursing because of the sound it created, but whoever was inside probably was deep in her slumber and didn't no