The Night Stalker Book Novels & Stories

The gangster steps back while dragging Rania from her arm; he gulps down the dry lump in his throat as he tightens his hold around the grip of the pistol and with the help of his thumb, he pulls the hammer back and keeps his index finger on the trigger; "You asked for it and now you will get it" The gangster says nervously meantime Daniel pulls out the gun from his jacket and the sound of a gunshot cracks in the cold air of dark night, the sound echoes louder in that empty Cobblestone Street. Rania screams as she saw the blood poured out from the chest of the guy while memories of past flash back in front her eyes. He falls back on the street with a painful cry, he raises his hand for help b

I go into my condo, taking off my blazer and dress shoes before taking a glass of water and going up to my room. "The fuck are you doing here!?" I said at the sight in front of me. On my bed was a naked physcopath who has been obsessed with me for months, Sabrina. We hooked up a couple of months ago and she thought it was something serious, I mean I didn't even know her name and she walked around thinking we were dating. She had been stalking me for months, she showed up at my work place, causing a scene and now security knows not to let her in. She had mysteriously vanished since then and now all of a sudden she's naked, in my condo, we seriously need to get better security around here.

Whatever he'd discovered had him more animated than I'd seen him in months. "After careful study of the attack patterns," Todd began, his finger tracing over one of his notes, "and cross-referencing with the Book of the Nightwalkers—you know, that ancient text we keep in the library—I found something amazing." "The Book of the Nightwalkers?" I frowned. I knew of it vaguely, but I'd never actually read it. Most people considered it more legend than fact, a collection of myths and superstitions from centuries past. And besides it was kept and locked away.

“Why was that man here tonight?” Naomi looked down and became silent. It took me a few moments before I realized she was trembling. “I had a stalker,” she finally said, wrapping her arms around her waist and not meeting my gaze. “From college. He, well, he has ways of finding me. I didn’t think he could find me here, in another country. But clearly, he did.” Motherfucker! I felt a feral rage rising inside of me. I wanted the man dead. I tamped down my desire to kill a man I didn’t know and set my jaw. “Anything else?”

“Do I need to explain how not everything you read is true?” “It was an old textbook, not a mythical creatures website some sweaty fat dude runs out of his mother’s basement.” “Nice visual.” “I try to keep it real.” “You don’t want to go back to Thorne Hill yet?” Lucas asks. “Oh, I do. I miss it, but I don’t want to cause any trouble. Well, any more trouble.” I want to look through my Book of Shadow, which I left hidden in a magically locked box in my bedroom. It belonged to another witch before her death, and Tabatha gave it to me since I didn’t come from a long line of witches who had books to pass down generation to generation.

I scrolled down watching the adverts of pornstars marketing their new videos. But I was not interested in them. I still searched on the site for a video where a single women bathed and made out with a younger guy. I could not find any video with the plot I had wanted, so I clicked the video I saw first. It was about a step sister and her step brother. They had been in the living room watching a movie when the brother left. Minutes later, she followed suit. She then knocked on his door and entered without being told to do so, so she walked in on him frantically trying to hide his member.

She was not a victim. Not yet. She typed a quick reply: “Who is this?” No answer. Only the cold silence of the night. ————— Back in the penthouse, Alessandro stared out over the city once more. The night was deepening, swallowing the skyline in darkness. His mind was a battlefield of suspicion and rage. He couldn’t reach Isabel. He couldn’t trust anyone. His empire, his life, his heart—they all felt like fragile glass, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

I ask for the second time. MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: Why does it matter to you, do you also want to kill me like you killed that old man? (She whispers into my ears and I tremble) I'm still lying in the darkness and I can feel her breath all over me. I feel like she's encircling my bed and whispering into my ear whenever she gets close to it. I can feel the continuous motion around me. I'm still, and I can't move my body.

But what happens when his secret is revealed? You'll get flashbacks to before they started dating, and you'll see all the events that took place during those dark times. This story isn't for everyone, but I hope you enjoy it. | Dark Stalker Romance 17+ | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1: A Stalker's Truth Brixton pov, 35 While waiting for Harley to get home from work, I lounge on the couch with my hand in my pants, my eyes shut, and images of my little bird dancing around in my mind.

I am a man on a mission. I held my thick, long shaft and started stroking it. Well, I might as well make it dramatic. I am fucking her tonight, one way or the other. With my second stroke, I started grunting dramatically, with my eyes fixed on hers. I stroked for the third time. This time, I took the initiative. Her cheeks reddened. Yea, keep going, Archer. I praised myself. I grabbed my twins and moaned out loud. She was already a tomato; it was just a matter of time. Keep going, Zion. The tomato is still red, but I want her to turn into a beetroot. I increased my pace and grumbled like a wild dog ready to pound. I saw her biting her lower lip. I know her by now. She is fucking horny. But t