Booktok Killer Novels & Stories

“Go ahead, I will decide upon the truth.” “Okay, I’ll tell you then. In fact, Gokudo Soshiki is not the only one pining for the Holy Book, there is another mysterious force on its trail, whose identity I do not know. I did hear from Pepper Kimmich that they got hold of the Holy Book in the end.” What Frank said coincided with what Brittany mentioned previously. Yet, she refused to reveal their identities no matter what, much to Alex’s chagrin. “Therefore, you can guess who killed your father ultimately. Anthony once told me that he had already fainted and his consciousness was vague before the accident. He had no idea what had happened at all after the crash.”

He had to wonder now, didn’t he, with all those paintings lying at his feet. Were the rest of those people Blackwell’s victims like he’d been, or Ashley’s? Maybe Blackwell was a killer with a split personality. Killed one set of victims one way, the other for a different purpose entirely. His jaw tightened. He didn’t like the word “victim” applied to him. From what he knew of Blackwell and what he’d seen of Ashley so far, his money was on Blackwell doing all the killing and Ashley doing only the painting. He didn’t get a killer vibe from her. Yet she was involved, in up to her haunted green eyes.

“Tough guy, are you? Sure, I’ll beat you where your girl can’t see you. Then I’ll come back for her.” “I won’t let you lay a finger on her.” Cyrrus’ voice was soft… but for some reason, something about it triggered Aria’s senses. She frowned despite herself. She was standing behind him, so she couldn’t read his expression. Even so, for a split second, she thought she sensed… a flash of killing intent. It was a bloodthirstiness she knew too well as a hired killer herself. But did it really come from this cushy pushover of a rich kid?

His gesture made it seem like she didn’t want to miss a single detail of my story. “I-” I thought back to the moment when I was with Tiger, the cat's name that I came up with this morning. “I wanted her to live.” “And you thought about it when you stroked her.” It wasn’t a question. It was more like a blatant statement coming from him, like my story was proof that I am a witch. I shook my head. “That’s not enough to convince me, Doctor Kusher.” “Killer Smile.” Doctor Kusher said. With just those two words, he made me freeze on the spot.

’ Billy’s face lit up with positivity as soon as I uttered the word ‘No’. ‘So, why don’t you want to talk about it my pretty? ‘Because Billy, I am a murderer. I cannot believe that not too long ago, I Petunia just killed two people.’ I stood up from where I was sitting and walked towards the window. I started crying hysterically, almost forgetting that Billy was still in the room. It began to hit me that, two sisters were dead and I was the killer. ‘Okay okay okay, calm down my pretty,’ Billy held me and spoke softly to me. ‘You don’t want your neighbours to know what we had done right? So sit down and just breath.’ He held me gently and placed me on the bed in a sleeping position.

Solidarity. "Damien Cross is not my kidnapper. He is my husband. The father of my child. And yes—he has killed. Seventeen people across four countries. Every single one of them was an assassin sent by my former family to murder me. To murder our daughter. He killed to protect us. Not for money. Not for power. For survival." Sarah gave me the three-minute warning.

After I finished arranging my mother's funeral, I took her journal and went back to my hometown. I did it for only one reason. I wanted to avoid James. The police had already ruled David, Linda, and Martha's deaths as suicides. However, James refused to let it go. He insisted on digging out the truth. His repeated questioning made me feel exhausted. When I got back to my hometown, I couldn't wait to open my mother's journal. On the very first page, she had written only one sentence.

I scoffed briefly seeing I had crushed his ego. "So now when I opened your phone, I slid through and surfed. I finally found some conversations you had with Rhett here and Ace. I saw how you guys laughed about fooling Brad and found out your plan to kill him In three days time when you embark on your attack on Adrian. I also found out that you have been the one who had been orchestrating the killings of our pack members and then claimed it was Adrian. It is so disgusting how you would stoop so low just so you could prove your point that you are the greatest. You also inscribed DM on of the corpses just so you could make it more believable." I said. Everyone's countenance rose in shock.

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.