A Killers Mind Novels & Stories

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

she says as she turns the laptop to me. All I catch is shadowed images of a man's form. Nothing that gets his face up close in any of the shots. Sarissa scrolls down countless images of countless horror deadlines as she continues talking. “They say that he is dangerous,” she says, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world when she comes across posts and articles highlighting his horrors. “They say he is a vile, wicked killer. No-mercy man. Always ready to put a bullet in the head of anyone who dares to cross him or betray him.” She looks at me, eyes crinkling with excitement, derangement and pure anticipation. “Isn't that perfect?”

"Then I heard the infamous Slater wanted me of all people to work for him." I slid a sheet of paper over to him, watching as his eyes dropped to it before falling onto the bracelet on my wrist. He had a single mission. A plan devised by 'Detective Rhee' to get him to remember his old life. I genuinely didn't care whether he did or didn't but she was too stubborn. His mission was to kill Frank Parker, the roommate of his ex-girlfriend. She didn't agree to any killing but Parker needed to go. She hoped that upon seeing his ex, he'd remember her and his life would go back to normal. She obviously watched too much television.

“As you know, I was disbanded from T.H.E.M. when I had a ‘mental breakdown’ several years ago and was thereafter committed. What you don’t know is that my breakdown was, in fact, a direct result of T.H.E.M.’s influence. “For many years, T.H.E.M. has been wanting to explore the technology of mind control. Zeke’s idea was he could temporarily program someone—anyone—to become an agent for a specific amount of time, and then release them. The subject would continue on with their life, unaware they had been used as a pawn in a contract murder. I’m sure you can see why this would appeal to Zeke. Why risk a valued T.H.E.M. agent on a dangerous assignment if he can program a random civilian to do th

A silver needle caught the overhead light, a thin, lethal sliver aimed at the base of her throat. "Vanessa said the bitch is a freak. A heartbeat isn't enough to call it. Put the silver in her brain." The killer leaned in. His breath stunk of cheap cigarettes and rot. Madison's eyes snapped open. The silver light in her pupils turned the room into a blur of motion. She surged up, her hand clamping onto the lead assassin's throat. Cartilage groaned. The sound of his windpipe collapsing under her grip echoed off the tile walls like a dry branch snapping.

There were more than ten killers, and all of them were incredible experts who could fight off ten people alone. When so many of them attacked Thomas alone, everyone could see the outcome of the battle was very clear. The ending was indeed very clear. All the killers were handled in 30 seconds. Before the outsiders figured out what happened, those killers were laying on the floor, spitting out bubbles, and lost consciousness. The man with a scar was still arrogant just now, but he trembled so much in the next second that he could not even stand still.

"Excuse me conductor, you still have not given me my change." "What are you talking about, what change?" He pretended. She pleaded with him severally to give her back the change but the conductor turned into deaf ears. "This is what they do to ladies nowaday, unlucky for him that I am here." A man beside her whispered. He was none other than Jeremy. The town most feared civilian cop. Mostly people didn't recognize him not untill he showed them his real colours. Most of the thugs around have heard about him. Some even planned to kill him severally but their weaked plans were destroyed before they did put it to action. A day earlier a young lady walked to the police station and filed a case. T

I managed to choke out. His breath was heavy when he added through clenched teeth, “No, he’s a dead man.” He released me, sending me crashing down to the floor. I scrambled to my knees, grabbing at his legs. “Please don’t!” He pulled out his gun and pressed the tip into my forehead. “Putting please before don’t isn’t going to change my mind. Pleasantries aren’t for killers, remember?” “You don’t need to worry about him.” “What part of ‘he saw you’ don’t you fucking understand?”

Khali laughed. As everyone was busy eating, Khali looked at Brent for a moment, then closed her eyes. Moments later, she entered his mind. 'I know you and what you did two years ago.' Brent looked around. Tristan looked at them. "Are you all right?" asked Tristan. Brent shook his head. "Nothing." as he continued to eat. 'You killed someone two years ago.' Brent's facelifted again. 'You know, I know the three of you? And you'll be imprisoned in no time. '

Jackson replied with a smile. “I see but-” Jackson interrupted in the middle of Mr. Anderson's words and started talking again. “And also, do you think the killer is foolish enough to act like a genius in front of the detectives when he already knows that the police are using his intellect as a lead to find him.” Jean was getting tired of his cocky attitude. Mr. Grey, Stefan, and Kate we're looking at their conversation while standing in the room behind the mirror. Even they were surprised seeing Jackson's attitude.