Novel & Cerita Best Serial Killer Fiction

But instead of producing the same drugs, Dakota’s strategy was to lessen the supply of the old drugs and produce new ones for the people who might prefer the new ones—and with this strategy, Dead Soul had always remained as the best gang for having the most powerful gangsters and most clients. Dakota stared out the window out of boredom since the place was still quite far. There was a coffee shop that looked familiar from afar as they got closer to it. It looked like a place that she had been to before—and she got her answer when she happened to find the particular person that she was trying hard to not think too much about for the past days in the coffee shop. “Stop the car for a sec,” she

She opened the door slowly and I was thankful that her sister’s blood didn’t drip all the way to the front door. As she came in, she had absolutely no idea of what had taken place, or that I was still inside. This whole time, I was hiding behind the door and she was focusing her attention on the washing basket and her phone. With all the little bit of strength I had, I put her down with the back of the gun right at the back of her head. She fell on her face, with her back towards me and she was motionless. I quickly locked the door and dragged her unconscious body to the bathroom. She wasn’t bleeding or anything like that, it was much easier because her body couldn’t leave a trail of blood a

I highly doubt my Serial Killer activities would be as successful if I were ugly… example; Paul John Knowles AKA The Casanova Killer Richard Ramirez AKA The Nightstalker Jeffrey Dahmer Fuck.. TED BUNDY!! Also known as one of the most attractive and charming Serial Killers in history... …Just goes to show, doesn’t it? And why shouldn’t I just throw myself into what I enjoy the most? The love of my life? Gone. My child? Gone, it was for the best but still… I don't even know where he is currently for his ‘’safety’’. Sure. It was just Peyton controlling and manipulating situations. AGAIN. If she wasn’t around, Luke would still be killing with me, and so would the others. I just knew all this bul

“The killer was out of control.” Get your shit together, Selena. Serial killers attend baby showers, remember? There went my inner voice again, always nagging. But almost always right. Still, the doubts were creeping up in intensity. Whoever did this wanted the crimes to be front page news. “Not necessarily. There was preciseness about the kills, almost as if they were staged,” Victoria said. “Really?” “Really, and they’re not the first to come in that way recently.” Her eyes were positively twinkling as if she knew she was dropping a little bombshell.

“Talk about burying the lede, Paul. So . . . do they think it’s a serial killer or something? Are they going to call the FBI?” Riley had read Thomas Harris’s Red Dragon the year before and since then had done some research on FBI profiling. He had a sudden and exciting vision of being the first reporter to get in on an emerging serial killer story. That would raise his profile, all right. He could be like Jimmy Breslin with Son of Sam. The idea that Nowak might want to report on the story himself never entered Riley’s mind. Nowak was buckling under small-town pressure already. He’d never give two beheaded girls the proper consideration they deserved.