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Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

I asked, taking a bite of syrup-drenched waffles. “He sent Booker,” Carter replies. I choke on my pancake. “He is just as bad as Ajax,” I gasp after expelling the food from my airway. Booker Kimble, codename: Veles. He is a taciturn weapons expert tactician with a blood kink. He reminds me of C.H.A.O.S.’s hellhound, Ransom. They both have adorable boyish faces with big blue eyes and thick lashes, but they are deadly like slow loris. You want to cuddle them because they’re so cute, but they are poisonous and will kill you.

Killian smirked, twirling the glass in his hand. “You have a way with words,” he said. “And if you think it’s a sin, why bother with the details? Our agreement was for you to do what I ask of you. There was no mention of asking questions. Yet, I am willing to answer your questions but only those I feel like answering.” “You are a sick bastard, did anyone tell you that?” I hissed. “I thought that’s how you felt about Asher,” Killian said. “Don’t compare him to yourself,” I said. “And where am I to find this book anyway?”

Anastasia said. They all took a seat once again. "Could it be...the killer took the book so we cant decipher the sign that he/she is giving us?" The prince said. "Ofcourse its the culprit who took the book...but how did he/she knows that we have something like that?" Anastasia asked in confusion. As far as she remember, the only ones who know about it was the three of them, Mister Charles and Miss Louise. "Maybe the murderer was keeping at eye on us...or in me. Maybe he/she already knew that you're helping me. Maybe he/she was already aware on how far have we done for now. The culprit is watching our every move...." Alice said.

I just killed someone. Mystery man: Are you kidding me? Who the heck did you kill? Me: Rosita. Mystery man: Rosita? Are you kidding me. That is murder! Me: Come on, relax. Rosita is a character in my book. Mystery man: You got me there, so you killed off a character. What a badass writer. Get ready to be murdered by your readers. Me: Don't crack me up, I didn't even plan it. It just turned out that way. Now I feel bad and feel good at the same time.

he said in a deep, rough voice. I nodded and cleared my throat. “Right. Partners. Like I said. Let's get started,” I said with a smile. Hunter cleared his throat and faced me. Obviously, I am the only one who has been kept in the dark about their findings. The only one who did not know about their plan. “Becky here found out who killed Theresa and Grim's mother. Who informed Killian that I and Grim would be out of the pack that night, making it the best time to attack?"

"If that’s what you want, Amaya, then enjoy it. I have better things to worry about” I turned my back on her, walking toward the exit with rigid, steady steps. As I pulled the heavy oak doors open I felt something heavy land painfully hard on my back. A novel fell to the ground and I turned to see my attacker, Amaya glaring at me, her chest heaving. “Amaya, did you just throw a book at……” “FUCK YOU, BANE”

Alastor noted, closing the file and keeping the file on the table to face her properly Alastor asked, “Did something happen?” The question struck Vevina in the wrong way and stomping to the sofa in front of him she sat down and said, “Well I didn’t know that the woman I was ordered to kill was your ex.” She coughed, “Ex assassin, I mean.” Her comment instantly brought a smile to Alastor's face. He had imagined that something might happen and he could predict the kind of conversation that might have taken place but to actually see Vevina jealous was something that he hadn’t estimated.

“You want to buy your wife a copy of Why It Is Prudent To Kill the Man That You Marry?” The killer’s eyebrows raised a fraction before he could control them. “Why, uh . . . yes. Yes, I do. That is precisely the book that I wish to purchase. For my wife.” “Kathleen” shrugged, and the killer sighed in relief. The woman burst into a long and tedious book report using words like “feminist ideals” and “male oppressive dogs” and by the time they were completely alone and it was time for her to die, the murderer was very, very ready to kill her.