A Killer's Wife Novels & Stories

he revealed My head sparked with anger and the way my body hairs stood sent a cold feeling to my soul, I shook aggressively and wondered if my wife was safe at the moment or she's on her way to a deadly road filled with pain. I looked at the Cheif and he quickly saw the pain in my eyes "She has everything planned out, she wanted us to catch the killer because she knew I would be the first person to see him and by so doing, I will leave my wife at home with the same chef that will end her life" I revealed with tears running out of my eyes like rain

With a full semester until the entrance exams, she knew she had ample time to make the girl's existence a protracted, living hell. Fifteen years ago, the original girl would have collapsed, trembling, meekly obeying. But the soul standing there now was a killer who had executed men for far less. Their pathetic threats were meaningless. They want to play? Fine. I will show them what a real game looks like. A calculating glint flashed in Skylar’s eyes. She pivoted swiftly, darting toward the adjacent lavatory—a movement designed to look like a fearful, desperate retreat.

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

She looked at the Gorgon, and for the first time, the man in the white suit felt a flicker of genuine fear. "I didn't throw away my shield," Sloane said, her voice a low, vibrating growl. "I chose my weapon." She pulled two frag grenades from her belt and kicked over a heavy equipment crate for cover. "Julian," she whispered, leaning down to press a fierce, salt-tasting kiss to his forehead. "Close your eyes. It’s about to get very dark." As the first explosion rocked the warehouse, the "Killer Wife" unleashed a level of violence that made her time with the Volkovs look like child's play. She wasn't fighting for a Don. She wasn't fighting for a name.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

the inspector said, standing up from his chair. He began to circle me slowly. “How about I tell you what really happened, Mrs. Mia Marcus? You came back from the hospital, went straight to your room, and saw your husband with his cousin, having a chat, holding hands like siblings do. You got angry, suspected more, picked up a knife from the apple bowl, and stabbed Eunice out of sheer jealousy and anger. You also injured your husband when he tried to stop you. Then, you fled to the penthouse. Isn’t that the real story, Mrs. Mia Marcus?” My jaw dropped. I couldn’t wrap my head around what I just heard. I just couldn’t believe my ears; the lies I heard made me doubt myself.

"Unless you admit that both your parents' deaths were deserved. Admit that you're a failure and that you were never good enough for me. Then transfer all your shares in the company to Hayden. "If you do that, I'll consider saving your mother." "That's outrageous!" the attending physician screamed. "Dr. Lowell, how can you say something like that? Mr. Kirkland has already humbled himself enough. Please just let him and his mother go." Hayden kicked the physician to the ground. "This doesn't concern you. Get lost, or I'll deal with you too!" The physician hit the floor hard. Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. Even so, he struggled to sit up.

But as usual he hadn't let her get the satisfaction of seeing a frown on his face. “If you ever run away from me, Vina, I will come and find you. This world isn't big enough to hide you from me,” he boasted, almost making her want to play this game of chase. She was very close to testing him if not for the mission that she had been assigned with. Killing someone would definitely take priority over anything else. According to the profile of the victim that she had been given, this woman herself had been a killer or an Assassin once. This should have scared Vevina instead it made her nerves tingle from the excitement of meeting someone of her own caliber or mental state.

“Two years, back when I was just carving out my first territory. She was there, beautiful, ambitious, but weak. She cheated, fucked some lowlife, took the money I’d entrusted her, and ran to Russia. That’s it. She’s nothing now.” I listened, my fingers tracing his jaw, feeling the truth in his detachment. “I know our world, tesoro,” I said, voice steady. “Women come and go in your bed, always have. Being your wife isn’t for the faint-hearted. I’m not some fragile thing who’ll break because of your past or your affairs. I know who I married, a don, a killer, a man who needs a woman as unbreakable as he is. The wife title isn’t just a ring; it’s a crown I wear with blood.”

"Legal proximity. He may be her man in the sheets and the boardroom, George, but she is still your wife. The law doesn't care about love, and it certainly doesn't care about Killian’s ego." She leaned in, her breath smelling of bitter tea. "Katherine is playing a game of power, but she’s lonely at the top. Killian is a shark; he’ll eat her the moment she bleeds. You? You are the husband. You are the only person allowed to walk into her bedroom at three a.m. and pretend to be a victim." I looked at her, the gears in my mind beginning to grind through the rust of my despair.