A Killer's Wife Novels & Stories

She sobbed and slipped to her knees. “Just when I think everything is just perfect like I always wanted, you do something to destroy everything. Why?? Why do you have to kill him?” She wailed while Christian stared at her. “How will I live knowing that my husband is a murderer? Kiara’s dad is a murderer?”

“I won’t let you miss me for too long. I will come back. And I will kill all of you.” Damn. I had almost forgotten. My wife used to be the Hunters’ strategist. I stared at the woman sitting before me. She was wearing a black mini dress which exposed her long legs when she crossed them as she stared at me intently. “So, after you are done using my body as you please, you are going to discard me? How cruel. But aren’t you going to feel lonely, though?” “And why would I be?” she asked while munching a banana. That sinful fruit of all people. She was licking it and wrapping her mouth around it as if it was the tastiest thing in the world.

Even though I couldn't understand other things you would say, I hope that you will forgive me someday, but even whatever you said, in my heart, you were still my husband. The woman said, "Like an innocent puppy." "Can you two stop your riddle?" Clode said, then looked at the woman. "I hope you were wise enough to realize that the man in front of you was not the Killian you thought your husband was. For Pete's sake, that was Kyzer. Killian's twin brother, However, the one you married was that fucking man in front of you, not Kilian, who is smart enough not to tie the knot to someone that he knew was not his mate. Have you followed all that I said? Or were you that stupid to understand? "

They had succeeded in killing some hunters and injuring some wolves, but they were not winning. I heard someone scream, and I saw my wife pulling out her katana from her stomach, I screamed from fear. She didn't fall, instead, she advanced and pulled Alvina out from under a table. Who would have thought the mind-f*cking witch would be hiding like a scared child under a table. My wife was a true warrior. She did not waste any time piercing the witch's heart with her katana. Jasper was also observing what Ellis was doing because he immediately buried his silver blade in Alvina's forehead. There was no way on earth, the bitch would be able to jump this time. She was truly dead.

How dare you claim this car is yours, you penniless loser? Since I needed to take back the drug, I had no choice but to rush over to Melissa's wedding venue. There, I saw that the man embracing her in the poster was none other than Samuel Fuller, the husband I had been married to for the past three years. At first, I thought something was wrong with my eyesight. Why else would I be seeing my husband on a wedding poster with another woman? However, in the next second, I spotted Melissa walking onto the stage with a bouquet in hand. She spoke proudly to the guests. "Everyone, welcome to my wedding with Samuel Fuller, the wealthiest man in the country!"

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

He grasped Alia’s hand, his voice brimming with emotion, “My dear, you’re awake! Do you have any idea how worried I was?” Alia’s eyes widened, her breath catching in shock. Her mind went blank, and for a moment, the pain in her chest vanished. She knew this man—she could never forget him. He was the very same man who, just last night, had murdered his wife and shot at her, the castle’s cold-blooded killer—Marcellus!

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

She taunted in a mocking tone. “Your grandmother must be really disappointed in you.” She paused bending over her ear she added, “It’s only a matter of time before you become the wife of a murderer.” “Shut up! You scheming bitch!” Kaira yelled angrily. “You think your schemes will work? Framing my husband for a crime he didn’t commit?” She spat looking at each of them. “But it isn’t a scheme darling, your husband really is a murderer.” Claudia laughed wickedly. “You should go home and rest while you still can, Kaira.” She added with a vicious smile.

A woman yelled at the top of her voice. "Yes, I support her. She has to leave! The community leader warned us earlier but we were too blind to see it. Look at what her presence has caused. Must we all die before you see it?" A man roared at Finn. I took a deep breath as I turned the door knob. They all looked back and some hissed. "The killer is here.” "Good evening…" "Spare us your greetings! What did you do to my husband? Why did they shoot him? What did you do to them?" The woman shouted, grabbing my clothes by the neck and squeezing them.