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But Liza’s thoughts stopped again when Hunter spoke again. “As for the case of whether I am your stalker or not, well, I guess you could say that yes, I am a stalker.” Liza’s eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips, and she thought, ‘I was right! He is a stalker!’ And the moment she thought of Hunter being her stalker, fear slowly crept up. She’s heard many dangerous and scary stories and rumors about stalkers doing unimaginable things to the people they are obsessed with. Some of it even resulted in killings.

She whispered again and I replied to her with a simple yes while awkwardly hugging her, trying not to give out our conversation to the man with the gun sitting behind the wheel, in front of us. Minutes later we arrived at an abandoned warehousing complex, he parked the car and told us to get out. But before I even get out Jill pretend to trip and out of nowhere pulled a knife and stabbed the guy to his gut. He didn't see it coming and he slumped to his back his head hit the cement hard. The stalker barely had time to point his gun at Jill, I know should've lain low but my body went still.

I reply, shaking my head. “But serial killers are totally fine?” she laughs in disbelief. “There’s also assassins, kidnappers for hire, war criminals, bent cops—” I hold up a hand, cutting her off. “Whoa, okay. Let me get a pen and paper. We need to categorize these.” I grab a notebook and a pen, then sit back down, ready to make this madness tangible. “Okay, so there’s stalkers.” Jenni rolls her eyes and grabs the pen from me. “No, no, no. There are types of stalkers.” She scribbles something down before handing it back to me.

I never wanted to kill Katharine, but seeing she had a thing for creating trouble where she shouldn't, maybe it was time for the poetic killer to pay her a visit. I read through the text she sent to Andre. Joining the police was part of my first big move. It was playing it's part decently. Providing with the right cover under their noses while they search for a criminal out there. Gave me the resource I needed to keep track of his every move. I read through the message, aww... So heart touching. I drove down to her house, waiting just outside, again thanks to the police, stalking a civilian was easy. She walked out of the house, highlighted into her car.

"I'm ready for you to kick my ass. Get a few practice partners lined up." "Is this afternoon too soon?" "Not soon enough." I dreaded my next call, but bit the bullet anyway. "The world must be coming to an end. What's up, bitch?" Valery said with her usual air of superiority. I went straight to the point. "I'm not sure if you've heard about my stalker. He's killed two people. My friends, or in your case not so friendly acquaintances, could be on the list." "Wow, Daddy must be keeping this quiet in the media."

bakit parang tinutusok yung dibdib ko bakit parang gusto kong umiyak ngayon? Dahil siguro ay umasa akong totoo yung sinasabi nya pero fuck asf?!Hindi naman pala sinabi nya lang yun para hindi ko sya patayin at matakasan nya ako,Pero....Papaanongnalam ni investigator na buhay ang si manuel wala akong sinabi sakanya na hindi ko napatay si manuel?

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

"We found photos of you and your girlfriend, together and apart. It looked like he had been stalking you for a while. We also found the clothes he had worn when he'd killed Connor Grey. They were hidden in his closet and the DNA matched. We're still investigating but all I can say for now is that your business partner was obsessed with your girlfriend. It happens when people think they're in love but by killing Mr. Grey, Duke Copeland had taken his obsession to the next level. There's no saying what he would have done to Miss Rutherford hadn't she ran from him. These kinds of cases are a bit hard to solve because we never really know when the perpetrator's behavior escalates. Most stalkers s

Korina rolled her eyes, "Mafia dosen't exist these days, the news is just being delirious." "If it doesn't exist, why will he have the guts to maim someone?" "Cause he's a sick criminal, duhh!" "If you say so." Daniella shrugged. "You know Dan, all these is driving me crazy, I feel responsible for his death." "No you shouldn't, he got what he deserved for trying to kill you." "I don't know." "Look, all this would be over soon, your stalker would get tired, obsession dosen't last, it's love that lasts." She told korina, "Relax and live your life girl, it would all be over soon."

She said already thinking of ways to make this woman suffer. “No, that is not what I meant. Can't you see that this man is crazy? He has been stalking you for around a year.” “You think that would bother me? I am quite flattered to know that I had been clouding someone's mind for such a long time.” “You are just as crazy as him.” “That's an insult. I think I would weigh the scale down on this one.” “Enough chat the only reason I stayed at home was because I knew you were coming. I had a feeling that it would be you he would send to kill me, to spite me and see, I was right. I know that man better than you.”