Badut Killer Novels & Stories

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.

By hook or by crook. After an hour, Kiara was finally asleep and I sighed, seeing her sleeping calmly. That's when my phone rang. I saw the name of the caller, it was Milan. I picked up the call. "Yes, Milan?" I spoke. "Boss, I have got some information about Nandini," Milan replied. Finally! Something about Nandini. The girl who created this sudden chaos. "What?" I asked. "She is a serial killer with over eighteen brutal murders in a year," Milan informed.

I hated when people said it was nice to see you again when it was under fucked up circumstances. I did not hold back much information from the detectives "Earlier today my mother, April White, was stabbed multiple times. Thirty-one times to be exact. In upstate New York there is a serial killer known as the Tally Man. He is on the FBI most wanted list. They are looking for a man named Sean Donaldson, but that is just an alias. His real name is Spencer Delrose. He is the son of Big Teddy who is the leader of the gang The Unsainted. Spencer Delrose was the one who knifed my mother down earlier today."

Nobody is allowed to tell it to the outside world. “So, Monica or Olivia, why don't you tell me what happened from the start? How'd you know all of these?” Mister Bad's voice was gentle and soft, but warning signs were all over Olivia's mind. Mister Bad was the strongest assassin under the Muse group; she knew better than to believe that he was genuinely gentle. Olivia did not speak. No matter what she said, it would prove to be useless. He would be able to turn it around and play with her, using her own words against her.

You must believe me. ‘I never said you have,’ the inspector said tonelessly. More silence followed. ‘You know ... I was watching this thing on Discovery channel last week,’ the inspector turned towards Rishabh. ‘Amazing stuff ... the honey badger versus the King Cobra. This badger fellow, he weighs about ten kilograms and his head rises about thirty centimetres above the ground. And then there is the cobra. Five metres long and a venom so poisonous, it can strike down a full-grown elephant with a single bite. No one confronts a cobra ... But this small fella, the honey badger is afraid of nobody. The snake hisses and bites but it doesn’t scare the badger. The snake goes into the hole and the

she supplemented. "Those that wanted to kill you after you broke in to their house" he rectified her idea of self defense. "His name is Palmer. He is a hitman working for some bad people group probably called The Culprit. He killed Gilbert Joel, Rufus Pale and he is still going to kill more if he wasn't stopped" she explained as Mayor Mount looked through the documents. "He's an assassin or another one of your kind, fighting and killing in honor of someone dead probably" Mayor Mount threw the file down. He showed no interest in it.

Final Abellard. "Abellard, do you remember what I was called?" "Yes, The Torturer. I hate that nickname." "Hate it, because it's true. I'm still the same deity, I'm still the best!" As quickly as possible, Ozgur shot exactly as Abellard wanted. The bullets that Ozgur had were not ordinary bullets, the glass would have shattered and the pilots had died.

She opened it to see a photo of a van at a gasoline station with Deuss on the driver’s seat, Erric behind him, a woman behind Erric, and Kent on the last row. She zoomed in on the woman smiling who raised her Gucci sunglasses up her head. Diana saw her watch and immediately realized who it was. Renee Brooks. The spoiled Filipina brat. Her long-lost rival. *** “You sure you girls can find your way home?” Kent asked.

Chapter 101: Hounds From Hell Unknown Location, Unknown State... Snakeskin boots touched down onto white dust as the infamous killer kidnapper known fully as Jarrett Quinton Beaulieu slid out of his truck. His keen narrow eyes had been fixated on a rather impressive but barely held-together hunting shack as he gripped a silver barrel shotgun and made his way up the small wooden steps and into the front door. There had been a good deal of blood splattered about the place, remains and carcasses of dead animals of various kinds, and an occasional human body or two shot through the heart and lying where they had been dropped Jarrett had not been a stranger to nature, no stranger to nature at all

I asked, my voice low and conversational. The man spat a glob of bloody phlegm onto my boot. "Go to hell you bastard!” I didn't flinch nor did I look at the boot. I just took a slow, methodical drag of the cigarette and exhaled the smoke into his face. "I've been there, Son. Now, let’s try again. Where is your Don?" The survivor stared at me with his one good eye, a spark of defiance still flickering in the dark. "I don't tell the Valak secrets to worthless scum like you. I know who you are. You're the one Don Bane destroyed . He threw out like trash."