Booktok Killer Novels & Stories

Is there any way? After three days, he visits the library and finds the book that the killer had read to her when she was in a coma. The book has a haunting message, but the book shows that the killer has aesthetic senses. Although the killer was caught on the camera, it's useless. Aside from his shoe size, height, and body shape, Do Sejin or the police don’t know anything about him. Still, it's a start. Hong Dae Yi. He isn’t sure if it’s him. So, he has to find that man and his family.

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.

Killian snarled and worked even harder to kill the four rogues that attacked him, his eyes focused on me. If only Killian knew that for once I didn't need his help. I felt my teeth and nails lengthen until I had weapons of my own. The hunter went to fire off another shot, but it was too late. I barreled into him, a dull throb tickling my abdomen. The second my body made impact with his own, I sunk my claws into his back, and my teeth into his neck. I pulled myself off the dying Hunter and rolled to the side, just in time to miss a rogue lunging for my throat.

"This is the book we have found at the investigation site near a victim." The premium edition of Leonel's book lay before everyone, its pages holding secrets that could tip the scales in our favor—or lead to our downfall. Marcus leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “This could lead us somewhere." I nodded solemnly. "Absolutely. Not only have we secured the book, but we have also confirmed a troubling detail. The victims have all attended the same high school." I paused, letting the revelation sink in. “This might hint that the killer has a grudge from back then,” Marcus said.

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.

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?"