Anwe The Killer Novels & Stories

If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile. Now that would be awesome. I won’t exactly mind it if it doesn't turn me into a friendless loner. In my old school, this sort of smile was feared by all. They spread rumors about me killing someone - which is not true! I could not stand it there. I was always that one person who everyone was afraid of. The one everyone would slam themselves onto their lockers just so steer clear from my path. The sister of Annabelle, the creepy doll, is here! Run for your life because she has a fork in her hand! If only I could stab them and take them out of their misery.

I explained, squeezing my fingers nervously. "And who might that be? A guy who gets to fuck your pussy?" I sensed a hint of jealousy in his voice. But it didn't make sense. Why would he be jealous? He didn't give a fuck about me, right? "No, a friend. She's…" I was still talking when Anna cut me off. "The killer has a friend? Who would be so crazy to be friends with someone like you? You're just a cheap, shameless killer." "Will you shut up, Anna?" Rocco ordered, getting her even angrier.

Alissa sounded frantic which she was pleased “Are you at 5 Westgate avenue?” “YES! Hurry!” Alissa put the phone down, she looked over Kimberly's lifeless body, she didn't think vagrants had done this. She looked at the knife wounds. She heard footsteps “Alissa can you tell what happened?” “I think this is human. He shook his head, “Not sure, I can smell wolf” “Could that be from last night though?” Alissa asked.

She said. Kelvin feels glad to hear this. Naevia patted the bed, offering Kelvin a seat beside her. Kelvin got off the floor and sat beside her. Naevia sighed once more and narrated what had happened at the jewelry store. "She got to know who the mysterious killer was. The shop owner at first, tried to prevent me from finding out, but I still had my way," She said. "So who's the person?" Kelvin asked. Naevia looked at him and answered, "It's my father, Arnold Cole."

She raised her head slowly in the direction she came from and found the Unknown holding up his right fist. “I’m going to kill you and all your werewolf friends, then I'll murder every last person on this planet,” The Unknown said softly with a blank expression on his face. He placed his arms behind his back, then slowly walked toward Anaya. Anaya clenched her teeth tightly. She hit her head once with her left palm, and her eyes stopped switching colors. She raised her fists again, then said, “There’s no way I'm letting you take any more innocent lives. No matter how many times you put me down, I will rise again until I am sure that the people of this world are safe. So don't for a second thi

Anne assures me by squeezing my hand again. “ I was only saying… ” Giana grumbles. “ But did he really kill his mate? How can someone do this? ” I wonder out aloud. “ He is not someone. ” Anne’s eyes twinkle with a unique glint. I blink at her in confusion. “ He is Ryker Ambrose after all. ” Her voice lowers to a mere whisper. I tremble in my spot. And my heart skips another strange beat as if I can sense something beyond my understanding.

I was adrift in a sea of suffering, and I didn't know how to find my way back to shore. I, Arwan Hunter, was killed by the very person I was trying to save… Melonie Aeron, the nightmare.

David died such a gruesome death and his killer was some psychotic b*tch. “Damn Anita, what happened to you?” Hunter sighed. “Look, I didn't come here for some sympathy play, so if you are not going to do as I want, then let's get this over with” Anita immediately took the clothing off her face, forcing out her claws which she had gotten rid off before to have a conversation with Hunter.

A brutal fight began! Aurora circled them, her eyes glued to the phone in the killer’s hand. She could tell that Clemente was way stronger than the killer and she was not worried that he might lose. The only problem was whether they could secure that phone, which may contain all the evidence. With a powerful strike, Clemente knocked the killer down and pinned him to the ground. “Who sent you!” he roared to the killer’s face, “Was it Agnes? Just give us a name!”