Amber Hagerman Killer Novels & Stories

Scrolling through the articles tentatively, Zoe clicked on one from a reputable source. Young Bank Employee Found Murdered as Police Probe Possible Crime Family Link. ‘A 23-year-old Bank of America employee has been identified as the victim of a brutal homicide that has shocked the community and left investigators searching for answers. Natalie Keller, the youngest of three children, was reported missing by her family after she failed to attend her brother’s birthday dinner. Concern quickly escalated, prompting a search that ended in tragedy when her remains were discovered dismembered and discarded in multiple dumpsters across the city.

I was hesitant to go down to know what is happening or to continue on my way going to the bus terminal to go home. Eventually, I decided to get off and immediately paid the taxi driver. I approached the commotion when I finally saw it, a bloody corpse in the middle of the crowd is what I saw. What really gave me goosebumps on end was when I finally saw who the student was. It was Kate! Kate was a friend of Samantha who I murdered last month and also a friend of Jen who is now incarcerated for a crime she never really committed. I was astounded that I cannot move. Their circle of friends is unlucky. Two of them died while the other one is convicted or in jail. However, this accident lessens m

But the series of murders in the past, Alicia can no longer avoid. The first victim, Natalie Heele, manages to remind her of a male student named James Portman who was killed on the first day of her move. The second victim, Rich Greek, was treated the same way as Elena Sanders who died from cyanide poisoning. The names of the victims in her past and how they died before Alicia's eyes, made her almost lose her mind now. Was it Amanda again? "No way," she thought. The girl named Amanda who was determined to be the mastermind of all the murders in her past was now in prison. Spending the rest of her life atoning for her own crimes.

Few minutes later they entered a small house on a cross road. The lady of the house was a young doctor who worked at the local hospital. She had arrived home a few minutes ago. She introduced herself as Amber. William explained that Amber was one of the “facilitators” for the Agency. She had moved here six months ago. Upon noticing something unusual related to the deaths of the young people, she had alerted the org. By the time William took on the case, the situation had progressed with two more murders on hand. The police had found a pattern to the murders but obviously they were clueless about the involvement of supernatural.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Her gaze shifted to Damian. “And you brought company.” Damian straightened slightly. “Damian. I’m-” “Complicated,” Rhea cut in lightly. “I can already tell.” Quinn ignored that. “We don’t have time.” Rhea’s expression shifted, the humor fading. “Then you already know,” she said. Quinn held her gaze. “I know the victims are connected to our town.” Rhea nodded once. “And?” Quinn pressed.

All I could do was continue looking at the camera. Rarf deserves to die for treating human beings like this. Was Rarf watching this, watching me. Because I was wearing a long sleeve, the bracelet he gave me was still on my hand and hidden if not Rarf would have taken it out. I took out his mother's necklace and left it in the drawer back at home. So I do have a mother and she is out there. Does she not know that it is me, her Reina or all she can see now is a killer?

she said sincerely and Bathilda nodded in understanding. “Who did you see?” Bathilda asked her. Amber shook her head immediately. “I don’t know. But it isn’t me who killed Sage. She did. She is the nightmare and I am afraid, she might be here, with us.” And as soon as she said that, she looked around and her eyes fell on Samantha before it fell on Harper whose eyes were fixed directly ahead of her with her mouth opened a bit, as if awe-struck. It was only when she looked at what she was staring at did she realize that her arrow had hit the board at the perfect spot.

"He died from a lethal 2mg-oral dose of sodium fluoroacetate." I'm on the floor with her, gathering the papers, bundling them together. Something has changed in Amber, a hollowness echoes in her heartbeat. She's in a dark place, listening to a repeated rhythm in her head. "Who is killing all these people?" I watched the shaking of her hands and listened to the tremors in her voice, and reflected that I'd seen a whole procession of people since I'd drifted into the trade of sorting out trouble and disaster. "We were hoping you might know."

I dare say at this point that he is a serial killer and a psychopath and we must ask who is next on this horrendous murder spree of his. Before I am dragged for making such atrocious claims that I am charged with slander, I must invite you to take a stroll with me as I walk you through the events of August 9, 2010. It was unusually cold that night, it rained so heavily in Texas that day that news outlets reported we were witnessing climate change. We were not. But that night, Selena Eloise Gascon Schaumer would have her last breath stolen from her by the cold hands of her bum of a husband. She would die that night, leaving her daughter an orphan while a psychopath inherits the hundred-millio

Maybe a few days so she could go shopping for farewell presents. Mathew should never have agreed. I should never have agreed. I should've left then. But I didn't. I had been marked. The wolf would make sure he killed me. When he traced my scent to their house, Mathew was away at work and Amelia had just brought back the kids from daycare. I had left earlier that morning with the farewell gifts. Gifts that I burnt that same day. I saw them on the news. Their corpses displayed for the world to see. An unknown serial killer was blamed. But I knew. I knew who did it. I was on the next train out of San Francisco within the hour.