A Killers Mind Novels & Stories

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.

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.

All those things that happened in past days rushed to my mind and all those unanswered questions rushed to my mind. Those questions were burning my head, I don't know what to do? Whom to ask? I never in my life felt this helpless before, despite knowing that he's a killer and psychopath my mind can't accept it. I saw him kill that woman in front of my eyes, the mere thought of it is making my body shudder in fear but somewhere in my mind, I can't accept it, it was not him! It was Cyrus, but both were the same person and both shared their thoughts with each other, which is quite confusing to me.

" Back then, my dad believed a rumor and drove up the mountain in a blizzard. I had always thought it was just an accident. My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at him. I could no longer control the twisted look on my face. "Hayden! I want you six feet under just like my dad!" I used all my strength to pull myself up. I reached for the shattered glass and tried to stab him with it, but the moment I picked it up, the attending physician stopped me. "Mr. Kirkland, your mother just flatlined!"

And now you are blaming me for watching people die? Matt's exposed eyes filled with panic. He tried hard to move his eyes before saying, "But later, when her skin rotted, you still gave her the salve. That means you're still kind, so this time, you can..." "I'm not that stupid this time." I cut him off with a sneer. "I saved her with the ointment that time, but her skin was already beyond saving. She blamed everything on me, then killed me with sulfuric acid. Do you really think I would be stupid enough to do it again and hurt myself a second time?"

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

He held my eyes. And I understood, with a clarity that arrived like cold water, that Derek on the kitchen floor was no longer the reason the Verdict Killer was still in my house. I was.

Instead, she turned to look at me. I kept my head down, thinking, "Yvette clearly is just worried about Mom going back to the company and getting in the way of her escapades with Dad. Ugh, they're like two dogs in heat! They couldn't even wait to get a room. Don't they know that the office has a surveillance camera? "And what did she mean by mental illness? It was Dad who drugged Mom and forced her to leave the company. Later, Yvette found her a quack who claimed to be a traditional medicine practitioner. He had no license and prescribed prescriptions that only worsened her condition.