Best Serial Killer Fiction Novels Novels & Stories

Seventy-five is clearly just the tip of the iceberg. On My Bedside Table Now The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova, and I am Legend by Richard Matheson. And everyone is telling me I forgot The Vampire Files — some 12 novels by P.N. Elrod. Urban fantasy set in 1930s Chicago, featuring a hardboiled P.I. named Jack Fleming. FacebookTwitterFlipboardEmail Sign Up For The Pop Culture Happy Hour Newsletter Stay pop culture savvy with NPR’s guide to TV, books, movies, music and more, sent weekly.

I looked down at the book in my hands and opened to a random page, hoping the gruesome details would help me gain control of my body. "Do you have a favorite?" Her voice came from the direction of the doorway. I hadn't even heard it open. Surprisingly, I found the subject interesting, and the psychology behind it was fascinating. I'd already read about some guy and his murder castle, a real-life killer clown, and a black widow that killed any man that came near her. "My favorite is Dennis Rader." "Your favorite?" I asked in confusion. Surely, she couldn't mean her favorite serial killer, that was just creepy.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

A career drenched in blood. She’s a masterpiece of destruction. But she doesn’t know how obvious her cracks are. She’s not like the others they’ve sent. There’s been a string of women before her who’ve tried to kill me, and they’ve all been unsuccessful. I’ve always managed to get rid of them before they could ever execute their plan. Pathetic little bitches thinking they could run game on me when I owned these streets, and I was smarter than anybody else out there. It didn’t mean I couldn’t have a bit of fun, use them for my own twisted desires and bait in my missions, giving them the false hope that they were on my trusted side.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

I turned off the water and I sat there not doing anything but allowing the heat of the water pleasure my cold body. I began to wash my body and wash and wash till I got tired of washing. I still hear them; I still see blood. But I kill bad people. I can't be weak. I kill bad people. I am a killer!! I got out and got ready for bed but then I remembered me wanting to take ice cream so I walked out of my room to get it. The kitchen was empty and so was the living room. I took the bowl of ice cream, vanilla flavour and sat on the table in the middle of the kitchen and took the ice cream.

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.

With Grim Marie on the prowl, the hunter becomes the hunted. Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy—Bryony Adams is destined to be murdered, but fortunately Fate has terrible marksmanship. In order to survive, she must run as far and as fast as she can. After arriving in Seattle, Bryony befriends a tortured musician, a market fish-thrower, and a starry-eyed hero who is secretly a serial killer bent on fulfilling Bryony’s dark destiny. If you enjoyed this book, I’m sure you’ll also like the following titles:

“Right, well good evening gentleman, im Norman Ashcroft head forensic psychologist and expert in serial killers, I have some very interesting information for you. First of all there are two types of serial killer- organized and disorganized. Organised- offenders are intelligent, socially and sexually competent. They carefully plan their killings; the victim is a stranger selected with care; mood is controlled before, during and after the crime. Crime scenes are usually neatly controlled. The Body is taken away and hidden, and the killer in this case is often difficult to catch.

hinugasan ko ito sa gripo ng lababo Ang damit ko at agad na tumakbo kung san ko iniwan si manuel.Pinunasan ko ang nga dugo sa katawan nya at pinagmasdan ang buong muhka nya.Napaka gwapo ng lalaking to nasisiguro ko ngang kamuhka ko sya pero bakit?bakit sinabi sakin ng investigator ko na nandito sya?!at bat sinabi sakin na nagpunta ng paris si manuel.Pagkatapos ko mahpunas ng mga dugo ay nakita ko ang bakas ng pinamalo sa likod nya.at isang saksak sa kanan na braso at dalawa sa kaliwang braso!Ang akala ko ay ako palang makakagawa sayo ng ganyan na unahan na pla ako.