Blonde Serial Killer Novels & Stories

He was clearly teasing me, and I didn’t think he was cute! AT. ALL! “Do you know where movies come from, hum?” I threw back at him, following him downstairs --- and lowered my voice just in case. And stuck by him. Really close! “Real life, that’s where! I’m NOT about to risk it!” And being blond really didn’t help the situation much! In the movies, it was always the blond people getting killed, and it was scientifically proven, that if you were blond, you were 94% more likely to fall victim of a serial killer, rapist or a ghost.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

Blondie looked at Big Ken with curiosity but did not squeak. Alex was frustrated, kicked Blondie fiercely, and yelled, "You've already fallen into our hands and still want to muddle through? No way! Not to mention pretending to be mute, even if you’re really f*cking mute, you can’t avoid the crimes you’ve committed. You’re now a murderer! It’s a serious crime!" "Murderer?" Blondie froze, then nodded and echoed, "I’m a murderer..." "You...you're not really a f*cking fool, are you?"

Soon the man stood up and walked away from her, giving her a slight wave of relief. “I don’t think I’m kidnapped,” she thought to herself. Soon an old rug from afar caught her sight. She then remembered the news a week ago. **There’s a serial killer on the loose. His victims are female around their 20-30s. He tortures, rapes and kills them, covers their bodies in an old rug and throws their bodies in the ravine.**

He was clean-cut with short brown hair. "Thank you for coming on such short notice. We want to make the city and surrounding area aware of a possible serial killer. This man has murdered three women that we know of in New York and is suspected in about ten others across the country. His name is Jon McCrae, and this is a picture of him that was taken earlier today. If you see him, please call us immediately. Do not approach him on your own. He should be considered armed and dangerous. Now we'll answer your questions." Andy looked out at the crowd of reporters and pointed to one. "Is he targeting specific female types?" She asked.

Her mouth has been torn right to her ears and her eyes gouged out, making her face almost unrecognizable. " It can't be the Albanians and it's definitely not the Arabs,” I say. The Albanians will rather take these girls to a brothel where they can get them to whore out and make money and as for the Arabs, Nasir doesn't indulge in shit like that. That leaves the Triads. So to cut the long story short, there's a serial killer out there who has a liking for green eyes dark haired girls. A description that matches my wife perfectly. Then the thought comes.

First Victim: Analise Nesperato, 18 years old. He has curly red hair and green eyes. On probation period for three weeks. The last known associates are the following: Lestine, and Magda. Last seen, walking alone back to the barracks around ten in the evening after having drinks with Delta Selene and Delta Vicky. By eleven roll calls, she never showed up. She was found two days later beside a ravine naked, sliced open from her neck to her privates. All her internal organs are complete and intact.

For them, bliss was equivalent to no b*tchy-asses trying to put you six feet under the ground. Zion took a bite out of the brownies and pressed a button on the laptop and on the projector screen several blurry pictures of a woman figure, which were probably taken from a distance appeared, "...that's the places she last appeared. Killed thirteen burly guys without even sweating. Quite secretive and purely professional. A sexy assassin with surprises" "Not-so-Gentlemen, I present to you, black swan!" Then he pressed another button and played a blurry clip of a woman, killing men with knife and blades. In less than fourteen seconds she killed thirteen men without even her breath getting uneven.

Yet, what makes it more ghastly gruesome is the fact that Alessandra is missing her whole face, tore off as to leave organs and veins on her once fresh-looking facade. “Any idea about the culprit?” Detective Reed closed the folder. “There are murders similar to her case that happened a few months ago.” The junior officer faced his senior detective. “Miranda Salvador, the same age around Alessandra, and yes – she is a hooker herself.” “So, we are practically looking for a serial killer?” “I can’t confirm yet, Detective.” The junior officer shook his head. “It could be a coincidence –“ Before he could finish what was he tries to imposed, Charlie cut him off.

COOKIE'S POV I was so concerned about Pebbles. She hadn't been receiving our calls for the past few weeks. But we knew she had been struggling to grapple with the horror of the incident with Harrison. She had been through so much, I just hoped she would be OK. I should have known that it was Mobley doing the killings, especially after I saw the news broadcasts a few months back. The details were gnawing at me. When the anchor lady informed the viewers that a slew of black girls had been slaughtered during sex, I should have known it was Mobley. I got thrown off when the news reports said that a few were consensual sex. But most of the victims showed signs of struggle, which meant that they w