Anwe The Killer Novels & Stories

“Let me tell you a little bit about Annie Fowler. She was born in a small town in Kentucky, where she lived her entire life until she and her infant son were killed by a drunk driver just a few years back. She was a good girl, sweet and pretty. She played by the rules, but still she was mowed down by some asshole with no respect for anyone or anything. That’s what I’m talking about. That’s what kills me, you know?” I notice something about him that I hadn’t before. Over his right ear, there’s a shock of white hair about an inch thick. It’s so striking, the light of it against the rest of his brown locks, that I can’t believe I didn’t see it earlier. Somehow it makes him seem more menacing; I

her mother. ^^^***^^^^ Who do you think is the killer?

Maybe River is right and she should study something. “We’ll get Spade and Snake to check the files and find out who fits which role, maybe check the dead soldiers and women too,” Killer suggests as he taps his index finger on his thigh. “And who has beef with a Satan Sniper, I’m startin’ to think they calling us out, these murders have been centralized to Kanla. The only ones involved in the military and government is us, towns already been through enough with the last shit storm.” “More like fuckin’ screaming, thought the same thing which is why I have Venus and Mercy keeping tabs on River,” Killer informs us and also shows why he is the best fuckin’ National Vice President.

He tightened the grip on his guns, his determination unwavering in the face of terror. Another shriek was heard and then another, followed by the chorus sounds of fleshes tearing, bones crunching, and bodies thudding on the ground. Immediately, in a dynamic manner, the hunters began firing their weapons at the snarling wolves that had descended amongst them, their eyes blazing with feral intensity in the darkness. Amidst the chaos, Arnold reached into his combat jacket and took out a device. “Ear killer” he had named it, a device debilitating to only werewolves. Swiftly, he activated the device and struck it to the ground, then sprang away from its blast radius.

In my twisted head, I believed that going away from my family and my life as I knew it was a small price to pay. Finally, I was getting the man of my dreams, a good life and I knew that both Billy and I were not perfect. I even thought of us as Bonnie and Clyde. We were not bank robbers, we were killers but I was hoping we won’t kill again. The consequences were not as thrilling as our relationship was. I began to pack my things soon after Billy left because he said I had to leave as soon as possible. For the first time in days, I felt good. I don’t know why, but I think it might have to do with Billy declaring his love for me or the fact that I wasn’t the only killer in the relationship. I

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

He understood me. He said: “The three the public does not have. Two of them were in 2021. One was in 2022. The press has never connected those three to the seventeen. They are real, and they were mine, and they are the difference between the number you knew in your interior of me and the number that is actually true.” I said: “And Derek.” He said: “Derek would be the twenty-first.” I held that too. Twenty-one. I was, sitting in the armchair of a man’s front room in Brooklyn Heights, the wife of the twenty-first man this man had killed. The wife of the most recent count.

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

I scoffed briefly seeing I had crushed his ego. "So now when I opened your phone, I slid through and surfed. I finally found some conversations you had with Rhett here and Ace. I saw how you guys laughed about fooling Brad and found out your plan to kill him In three days time when you embark on your attack on Adrian. I also found out that you have been the one who had been orchestrating the killings of our pack members and then claimed it was Adrian. It is so disgusting how you would stoop so low just so you could prove your point that you are the greatest. You also inscribed DM on of the corpses just so you could make it more believable." I said. Everyone's countenance rose in shock.