A Killers Mind Novels & Stories

Killian nodded and he finally opened his eyes. “Yes. It distracts me from not killing.” I gulped. That was intense. And I was supposed to be scared. My husband just admitted to being a cold-blooded killer. He had a mental condition that made him violent. I finally understood Damien's warning, That was why Killian almost shot me, shot Brooke, and did not blink once. It was because he was incapable of feeling. He did not know how to feel emotions. He simply did not feel guilty when he did that.

“Why else would they put her under close watch? They’re trying to safeguard their asset.” “Are you seriously talking about killing an innocent woman?” Jake’s voice was filled with caution. “Innocent?” Soren let out a harsh laugh. “She’s been playing with Kane from the very start. Classic booby trap.” Heat rushed to my face at how true that was, even if their reasons were off. My heart raced as I realized what was happening: seven trained killers discussing my death while I stood there in borrowed clothes and no shoes. That was the final straw. I marched downstairs, my fury overriding common sense. “If you have something to say about me, say it to my face.”

Linda said "Jack, what do you think about it? Do you think those killers came for that mad girl? Is it even possible?" Nancy asked him "I would not believe it either if I didn't see the scene with my own eyes," Jack said "What do you mean, Dad? And where are our killers?" Linda asked "Those killers came to kill Elena. They shot her, they shot my killers to prove in front of the world that my killer tried to kill her. They ran away after this. They should have killed us too if we didn't hide under the car" Jack said

"It's why you're so eager to take Elizabeth's place, why you've gone through hell to get me the proof of her infidelity." I don't know what to say to this, but if I keep quiet, I'll be affirming what he's saying and I can't let that happen. I say, "It isn't the money, Mr. Keller. It's your character." "My character?" he repeats. "I'm a killer. I'm a thief. I'm the kind of man you have nightmares about. I'm cold-blooded and vindictive. If you ever saw me in a dark place, it would be wise for you to run in the opposite direction, as fast as you can. I'd kill you in a heartbeat, if it were convenient to me."

Karl slumped dejectedly into his chair and began to lament, “It was me who brought this terrible fate on my eldest brother. It was me who brought that shameless, despicable Willow back from overseas. If it wasn’t for me, this wouldn’t have happened to my eldest brother…” “Karl, don't say that. You weren’t the one at fault, it was Willow.” Danielle got up and bent over to hug Karl. “Yes, it was her. It had always been her. I’m going to make her pay for what she did.” Pay? Based on what they saw, it did seem like it was Willow who got his eldest brother killed. But.. “Where did this video come from? Can it be used as evidence?” “It was from Henry’s safe.”

Alissa quickened her pace. A scene of destruction met her eyes. Kimberly's home had been ransacked. A trail of blood led into the kitchen. She followed it, being careful where she stood. She could place the smell now, it was death. She knelt beside Kimberly's body. Alissa begun to shake “Luca!” she pushed her mind to him “Luca, Kimberly's dead!” “I'm on my way, is Michael there?” “I don't think so”.

I threw the pillow off me and leaned closer, "studying is killing me!" The rest of our conversation was light and straightforward, while at the back of my mind, one name repeatedly rang in my head. Minerva.

The van stopped in front of the tree he was leaning on, five men came out, and there he told himself it was hopeless. An instant before the men did their intentions, he was already thinking of nothing anymore. It was as if suddenly blank and empty. It felt like the end. It was the end. Perhaps he was thinking that he was only eighteen years old, too young to die. And the fact that these kidnappers were following him around since morning made him feel blank at all. He knew nothing until one of the men aggressively hit him directly on the head using a thick staff that stopped him from crying. With all speed, he felt dizzy. That dizziness grew from another whip of the staff eliciting laughter f

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

She sprinted to it as all her exacting purpose quivered at the mercy of her panic, at the precipice of what she was about to do. In all the fictitious murders she had watched, in all the real and fake deaths she had read about, in all the times she had analyzed them, she never imagined herself on this side of the dynamic. She never envisioned herself as a killer, even as she had been desperately fighting off the role of victim. As natural as it all felt to watch Kendra’s killer wriggle on her carpet, Sidney’s mind registered the deviation with a slight nausea brewing in her belly. She shoved that and all thoughts aside, clutching the bat in both hands. At the abrasive rub of the tape on the