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"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”

Why did he make it seem like he ‘cared’? She shuddered at the thought, her appetite lost but taking an apple nonetheless she threw open her shoes and being careful to not step into the blood of the mongrel she had killed she moved out of the room and towards the bedroom again. “So this is the kind of job that you do.” She mused looking back at Alastor who was watching her carefully with his piercing beautiful eyes. For a second she lost her train of thoughts but catching on she continued, “I always thought that there was no way in hell that successful people were all innocent. To be standing on top of the predator list you must have to kill and see I was right about that!”

“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.

he asked. Kier moved his head sideways. “You’re okay though when you're doing the autopsies,” he pointed out. “Anyway, what’s your plan?” Kierson chuckled. “What do you think?” “Seeing that kind of face, I wouldn't be surprised if you go to jail when this evening passes,” Kier replied. “So… Do you have any leads?” “The BTK Killer,” Kierson answered.

Kael’s hands tightened gently around Rhea’s as he made her sit on the edge of her bed. The room still smelled like dust, broken wood, and the cold scent of fear left behind by Hunters—but Kael’s presence cut through all of it. Solid. Grounding. Alpha. He knelt in front of her, his thumb brushing her wrist as he began explaining. “We found the Book of the Damned,” Kael said quietly. His voice held exhaustion, controlled fury, and a tired hope layered beneath. “Inside it… there’s a way. A real way to kill Khaenat.”

A book appeared on the table. “That I'd a book of knowledge. It contains all you need to know about the situation and how best to handle it. This book was made for special wolves like you, Elinna but only three out of thousands have lived long enough to touch you and you will be the only one to read it.” Wow. So the Fatals just kept killing them every time. If they could kill those many people, what makes me different? What makes me think they can't kill me just like the others?

Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a sand wurm by JJ Rulus’ or ‘The spirit realm unmasked by Sir Tapnes’ and some made him shiver at the thought of their contents, such as ‘A look inside of fae anatomy by Priest Daphne’ and ‘Histories of demonic possession that nearly ended existence by Krun. He had already finished two rows and had started on the third when a slight whispering in his ear broke his concentration, “You must kill.” “What the..?” Rex said out aloud, looking left and right, searching for the person who had made the sound, not being able to see anyone, he followed where he thought the whispering from coming from, rounding the end of the large booksh

"Terminate the Alfred family and finally take all they own." The heading was clear, bold, and chilling. Lillian's hands trembled as she flipped through the pages, her eyes widening with each line. The book detailed a methodical plan to eliminate her family, step by step. Each death that had occurred was written with meticulous detail, a gruesome blueprint of murder and deceit. Her heart pounded as she read further. The realization hit her like a freight train—Katherine was behind it all. She was the murderer. And the next target was clear: their father.

As Tatiana reflected on this, she stared at the details of the first girl’s death and felt certain that she had encountered a similar method of killing before. She glanced around the room, stood up, and found the book on criminal psychology she had previously looked through. Relying on her memory, she flipped to page 165, where she found an introduction about Luca Veroni. He was a notorious serial killer known worldwide.

-Your stalker is your mate," Booke said with a mischievous smile. -Sadly, yes. -He followed Booke's footsteps to the bathroom. -I swear to God I'll kill Nathan. -He took some pills and then went to the bedside table where there was a pitcher of water. -Don't fuck with me, you'll kill him and then you'll be crying like a little girl for Nathan; you'll be like this: "Nathan, why did you go away and leave me. I love you, take me with you, please, my love" - she imitated Booke's voice and Booke glared at her.