A Killer's Wife Novels & Stories

Without thinking about the desperate measures I might have to take, or the mistakes I have already made, I replied immediately, “Yes!” “I will be your contract wife and so be it!” After I replied, everything was blurry. I was losing myself and I had no control. I couldn’t help it, I saw myself falling to the width of the mansion floor. Everywhere was pitch dark. Was this the end? I didn’t understand what was going on, but I was deeply sorry for Valerie. Even when she did him badly at some point, I had no right to cross the lines of getting married to her ex-fiancé.

"No, he's not. He's not gone. He's coming back. He promised he'd always come back to me," Zella, the only thing I fear is losing you. And it's because of that very reason that I have no intention of dying yet. He had said that to me! He wouldn't just die. "Mrs. King." Chief Morrison crouched in front of me. "I understand this is devastating. But we have evidence suggesting your husband was targeted by professional killers. Multiple snipers worked together to attack your husband. No one survives that kind of assault." "Isaiah would." My voice was barely a whisper. "Isaiah would survive."

Not because she was searching for another beginning but because she had finally found herself. The wife he replaced was never truly replaced… She had simply become the woman he was never worthy of losing. **THE END** Thanks for reading. Leave a comment.

But the Beretta—the Beretta was hers. He stood. Walked to her. Cupped her blood-soaked face. Kissed her. Tasting copper. Tasting death. Tasting victory. "Perfect," he whispered. "You're perfect. My wife. My killer. My everything." She kissed him back. Not mechanically. Not empty. Present. Alive. Accepting what she was. Who she was. What she enjoyed. A weapon. A killer. A monster. And she was good at it. The cameras captured it all. The kiss. The blood. The bodies. The bride in her ruined red dress. The groom claiming her. The consolidation complete.

"Me and my husband went to our farm this morning to clear the grasses only to be caught with some broad of vampires who chopped off my husband's head and left him dead. Luckily for me, at that moment I had gone to root some cassava! So I could only watch while such incidents were happening" The woman fell down the moment she finished explaining what happened to them. "please do something Alpha! I'm afraid that I may be next in line". She wailed out in pain. "After hearing her report, I and some of the warriors have gone to look for her husband's corpse only to find out that the attacks all came from the (Nightstalker vampire Clan)". Liam uttered as Zeeb flinched in shock and stood up abruptl

I told Max. I restrained myself from becoming enraged when the woman entered and sat on the sofa with a face that looked familiar to me. She doesn't appear to have killed my family, but I think she is the wife of the man who killed my parents. "I recognize you, Ace Shelton, and I'm here to tell you that my husband has something special planned for you. Just don't hit him; I know what he did was a mistake," the woman said this to me, and I turned around.

His fingers dug into the man's crimson-stained shirt, his temper raging just beneath the surface. Joel coughed, his sneer never once leaving his mouth though his face twisted with agony. His chin was splattered with blood as he snarled. "You prepared for this Kc?" Kc's teeth gritted. "Finish the farce once and for all!" Valeria standing next to him, her hands trembling, gulped. "Joel, speak if you do know something!" Joel's gaze snapped to her, something inscrutable passing for a moment before it came back to Kc. "The murderer of your wife and your child. is closer than you think."

I whispered, my eyes wide with a finger pressed against my lips. “Why not?” He released a heavy breath. “Who else can pay besides her?” “Don’t call my daughter; the girl wearing her face right now is a killer… she…” My lips wobbled as Tara gathered. “She killed my wife! She murdered her in cold blood… if you call her, she might kill me too.” “Okay, so who do I call instead?” “I—“ he started, but a pair of shiny shoes stepped in front of us, and ordered.

An arm-length away, but still a danger to touch. He's a poison she once had. Losing the memory of being intoxicated made the idea of being his victim again inviting. “What- I thought you didn’t know.” Belle looked away and kept a straight look in front of the unmoving car. Looking at his face made her weak and helpless. “Did you even love your ex-wife?” “Wife. She’s still my wife, Hya. We were never divorced.” Before she could say another word, Nikolai opened the door. “Liam is waiting inside.”

"This morning, I went to get Dr. King's signature and accidentally knocked over a file. It was all written there. Skye never had heart disease. He never needed a transplant. Mr. Levine… His heart was cut out alive and sewn back in. He was toyed with until he died." Eira's mind exploded. Images of our once-happy life as a family of three surged up. Gripping the bed rail, her voice turned shrill. "Skye Whitley!" Meeting his terror-stricken eyes, Eira snatched a scalpel from the side tray and drove it into his chest. "Die!" Chaos erupted instantly. Screams, shouts, people trying to intervene. Some onlookers even snapped photos and videos. Police arrived quickly. The evidence piled up fast. Eira