Novel & Cerita Black Christmas Killer

"Waaaaaaaaaahhhh! Mother, father, Big broooo! Where are you? I'm afraid, I'm afraid, please, don't leave me..." Yman although having no strength to stand, crawled hastily towards the killer. The killer stopped in front of the cabinet, where the crying voice of Yana came from. He lifted his hand that was holding the sword. But before he could slash it, Yman dove on his feet and bit it. The killer had a mocking face. And kicked him towards the cabinet. Yman bumped on the cabinet and almost lost consciousness. "You're a tenacious little soul...hehehehehe!"

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

He thought, ‘If you dare to block my way, you have to be prepared to get hurt. After a brief moment, all of them entered the villa and went straight to the point. After introducing Sky’s identity, Anna said, “Since Michelle Yowell is so close to you now, she must have told you about Divine Constabulary, right? So I’ll just make this quick. The man you just killed is an international assassin that we have been tracking down for ages. His alias is Black Skeleton, he’s involved in a much bigger case.” With that, she took out a pile of photos, all of them had Black Skeleton in them.

Ten years ago , he saw her last time , after that she dissappeared from his life like there was no Hazel Blackwell ,ever existed. Hazel Blackwell was a little girl ,whom he was aware of ; the angelic girl who knows nothing about how to be ruthless , she was innocent like a lamb . But, he was proved wrong , she was more ruthless than him , she was not exactly pure as the driven snow. She was a killer , who murdered his mother , but that was not the full story, this girl even killed her own blood , her own mother. After, that she ran away , from his life , making his life miserable and pathetic. He became a cold and aloof Mafia , who now cared for nothing , to him emotions are useless .

“Not now. Not yet.” The betrayal had tasted bitter, but worse was the truth that followed. Someone else had continued the blackmail after Nixen stopped. Someone had used him as a cover, manipulating her. And when Killian had discovered the culprit, he had been murdered. They were dealing with a real psychopath now. Now, Nixen was close to uncovering the real blackmailer. And she was about to marry him. She was scared that he could get hurt, and she wanted to play her part in finding Killian’s killer.

an older woman with heavy makeup said. The bald man is popularly known as Wick and he’s a famous contracted killer. He fled the city many years ago after setting Black’s house on fire to wipe him out with his family but fortunately or unfortunately, he survived. When he learned he had messed with the wrong person, he was ordered to disappear for a while by his client but little do they know that Black William never forgets his enemies! He arrived yesterday and he already had information on him. Right outside the door is Black standing with his men ready to barge inside and demand answers from this man. Who gave him the contract to get rid of his family and why?!

"What is this betrayal, Xavier?" “I guess I’m the lost one.” Everett murmured underneath his breathe. "You killed my parents. And then you made me work for you??" Xavier uttered, flames coming out of his body. Blackwood laughed, "All I did, was clean up an infested dump." He shrugged. "Dump? THOSE WERE PEOPLE!!" Xavier growled. "Oh, my bad. They didn't look like people to me." He laughed out, maniacally. This man, is psychopath.

Kristopher said it out loud and his grandfather somehow listened as he spoke in a shaky voice, "Oh, Kristopher. Look at that. He's banging her..." Matt Black... he was a total playboy of his time, so he was, now. Wearing no clothes and rubbing his big cock, he was masturbating in the hotel room. "What the hell, grandpa?" Kris made a disgusting face as he strode out of his room just to forget the scene that has happened a second ago. Christian had texted his best friend to meet him by the pool where nobody was present and when he went there... he saw Christian holding a glass of champagne, next to him was a bottle full of expensive drink.

- KILLIAN - The time has struck eight pm. I pull the glove on my hand higher to fit better on my palm. From head to toe, I am dressed in black. A black, futuristic, half face mask conceals the lower portion of my face. My shirt is black, my belt and pants the same. I am at the place the killer lives. Right on the balcony of one of the rooms upstairs. Finding this place was easy, way easier than expected and it pisses me off.

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