Booktok Killer の小説・ストーリー

She glimpsed the faces of her children, and then darkness engulfed her. Ada Pov Ada was too terrified to move. She froze at the sight of Bukky getting killed. She knew she needed to move if the killer was going to use the room entrance door, but she was in so much shock that she could not get herself to move. Luckily for her, the killer didn't use the room's entrance but instead smashed a window, snatching Mrs. Bukky's laptop and phone before making his escape.

He heard more then one of his she wolves has been his conquests before. “Ah yes, I would love to dig into her past. There’s something, different about you. I can’t quite put my finger on it…” Killian said to them. Then he whipped around and walked quickly to a book shelf halfway around the shop. “I think I have just the book you are looking for around here somewhere. Make yourselves at home.” He started muttering to himself going through the books taking one out here before shaking his head and putting it back just to do it again with another one. Alys laughed and started looking at the items in the display cases.

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

"What did you say? Tara was kidnapped? Bloody shit! Okay, I will work for it personally! Consider this job done in less than 24 hours Keller! And I don't want anything after this!" "You forgot, I know you long enough Cahill! Let's settle this after you give me my daughter and James back safely!" "Count on it Keller!" Jace smirk after the call. He then explain to Arianne about Taylor's call and how he ask help from his old friend. Arianne seem to remember and recognized the voice of the guy Jace called up earlier but still not certain. Jace know what she is thinking. "That guy is the leader of Irish mafia, you know him too! That's Killian Cahill!"

Tonight, though, he did not want to take the pill. He wanted to confront what has been keeping him awake. He inhaled sharply, then shut his eyes. Instantly, the familiar scenes of bodies in his home were seen. The wounds on Lucinda and her friend and the writing on his wall. The writing from RD himself, in a handwriting that was too neat. For a trained killer, though, he was not surprised. His mind made him explore the bloody place. To imagine the pain the victims must have felt when they were gutted by that demon.

“What are you talking about?” “Bolton said he would give me the name if I broke it off with her.” “Who put the hit on Killian?” he asked. I nodded. “And said he would help me handle it.” Axel gave a long sigh. “And you believed him?” “He knows what will happen if he crosses me.” “He already crossed you, Theo,” he snapped. “You’re already trying to kill each other.” “It’s done, Axel.” He shook his head. “Theo, Killian is dead. Been dead awhile now. You need to focus on the life you still have. Whether his bones rest in the cemetery or the bottom of the ocean doesn’t change the fact that he’s not coming back.”

Breathing his air. And I hated every second of it. My eyes drifted to the bedside table, and that's when I saw it. A black book. Leather-bound. Unmarked. Sitting there like it was waiting for someone to find it. “Don't touch it.” Kira warned. But I couldn't help myself. I picked it up, the leather cool and smooth beneath my fingers. Flipped it open to the first page. Blank. I frowned, turning to the second page— A hand locked around my arm and yanked.

Then, I flagged down a taxi and got in. "Take me to Sincero Law Firm." I was received by a middle-aged female lawyer, Judith Becker. She was sharp, efficient, and had a piercing gaze. I laid out all the facts concisely and clearly. "Mr. Miller, I believe I have a good understanding of the situation now," she said.

"You lying bitch! Still denying the truth, even at death's door? "I have surveillance video of you killing her, bragging about being some big internet celebrity, Anna Anderson! If it's not you, then who is it?" Emma chimed in from the side, "Anna, if you did something wrong, just admit it. You know what they say. It's never too late to do the right thing." Just when everyone was certain that I was the killer, I looked at Emma, who was secretly gloating nearby, and asked, "Emma, what are you talking about? You're the one who's always lived in this apartment. What does anything that happened here have to do with me?"

I kept my lie strong, i could not let him see the earthquake inside me. “I am no monster,” he scoffed. “I am just a man who knows how to keep what is his. I am not the devil everyone says I am. I am just good at business. If you think I am a monster, you can leave but you will not. You are enjoying the danger and the power. That is why you are still here.” He was wrong. I was here because I needed to know the truth and the truth was getting farther from him. The real killer was still out there, I was sleeping with the enemy of my supposed enemy.