Billy Butcher Death Novels & Stories

Billy stammered. "Billy, you're in shock. We need to take Jude now. You can come with us." He released Jude and contunued to sit on the pavement in the middle of the chaos as others processed the scene. A group of detectives had to come up from Madison, since Billy shot a weapon and killed someone. Rodney finally helped Billy into the back of the ambulance and heard Billy start to cry out, "No! You can't cover his face. Not Jude! Noooooooo!"

I took Edward to my office where no one is allowed to enter without my permission. “I can sell my most precious jewel for a bottle of De Niro whiskey.” Edward said when Vincenzo poured him our finest whiskey. “Can’t agree more on this. Please, sit we need to tell you something which is going to take your sleep away.” I said sipping my coke as doctor advised me to avoid alcohol consumption. “Why am I having a feeling it’s not a good news?” Edward narrowed his eyes. “It’s definitely not. Billy is the one who shot me. He is in Europe and we don’t know who dared to hire him to finish me.” I told him and I expected, his facial colours turned pale.

She was going to get him to say that he killed Tate. "All of it." he said. "All of what?" she tried again. "Everything, leaving you, coming after you, trying to take you, killing Tate. All of it." Billy finally said. Everyone in our room let out a breath of relief. That was damning right there. No way was Billy ever getting out of this now. I watched Layla and saw the look of relief pass over her face but she covered quickly. "I'm more interested in how you managed to get a knife in there." she said.

He couldn’t face that kind of guilt again before he had gotten over the one he was already suffering. Before the intruder could utter another word, Billy had his head in his mouth and ripped it clear off. Then he clawed his chest open and took out his heart. Blood was shooting out of the torn arteries as he bled out into the earth. Billy threw his head aside and followed the rest of the pack to the car.

A closed-off cemetery lay in the hill behind our town, and in it were over a hundred graves. Each grave bore the cause of death of the person buried there. I took in the entire cemetery with abject horror. Billy Larkin—died after a car hit him. Edward Brown—he'd been hiking up the mountains when a boulder crushed him. His remains were eaten by wolves, and only a few of his bones were left when they found him. Flora Waterhouse—she'd been on her way to the clinic to give birth when she fell into the sewerage system. Both she and her unborn baby died.

Kevin stammered. Kevin ran back in the bar and told the bartender to call for help. The lady saw the blood on his hands and ran outside hollering Billy’s name. The bartender called the police and Kevin slumped against the bar in shock. When the police got there, Billy had already died. The ambulance carted him off. Billy’s brother came into the bar escorted by the police. The minute he saw Kevin, he flew into a rage and tried to get to him, but the police held him back. They took Kevin’s statement and took him to the jail where he was held overnight.

You seem to be having a knack for killing nowadays. ‘I don’t. It was an accident.’ ‘Like Sharon? I asked you to kill Naledi and I thought you’d develop cold feet and not go through with it. But no, you emerged victorious with blood of two sisters on your hands. Now this girl, you best friend is dead and it was just an accident. Tell me, how many accidents must I expect from now on?’ Billy had sensitivity of a scavenger. He was speaking very down to me, like I wasn’t his girlfriend anymore. He didn’t seem to care that I was weeping for my friend whose life I accidentally took. All the while, he was dialing some numbers on his phone, calling somebody.

In a fit of rage, she shoved past the host and grabbed my brother, trying to leave the set. But Ms. Bernstein's next words cut through everything. "As you can see, Nicolas passed away three years ago. Before he died, I received his last phone call. For a long time, he hadn't been eating properly. That night, he suffered an acute gastric perforation." At this point, tears welled in the corners of her eyes. But she forced herself not to cry. "By then, his consciousness was already fading. The last thing he said to me was, 'Ms. Bernstein, I'm sorry. The tuition I owe you… I'm afraid I'll never be able to repay it.'

Susan said. "I have a shoot a tomorrow, I'll be in new York by Friday" Danica said with a smile. "I'll see you soon Dan" "Fuck you Suzzy" Danica chuckled before cutting the call. "New York, here I come" she muttered. __ THE FAMOUS ACTOR KYLE BROWN COMMITTED A MOURDER. VICTIM: YULIA BILLS. The news went Viral. Yulia's body was taken for an autopsy. The doctor said her brain was greatly damaged when her head was hit in the wall. Another shocking news.