Booktok Murderer Novels & Stories

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.

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

Great customer service, I know. But finding a demonic killer is a little more important. And I really don’t feel like dealing with people right now. Sometimes I question why I went into retail in the first place. I yawn, wish I was back in my bed with Lucas, and pick up the Book of the Beast. Lucas has the files about the witches who were murdered and is going to look through for any sort of connection. I kind of hate admitting that he can look at them with a different perspective than I can, but I really need his input on this.

I've had that feeling before and it's still fresh in my memory. “She went up to check on Lila,” I responded, striking a pose as I watched my claws grow longer until they reached their limits. My fangs stuck out of the corner of my mouth, ready to devour whoever would stand in my way. “We have a murderer in the building, maybe more than one. We're not sure.” I spoke with my voice steady and intentional. His brow shot up in a questioning manner. “Morinda was murdered.” His brow twitched as realization dawned on him, he understood the hidden meaning in my words.

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

I flop onto the couch, sinking deeper into the cushions. Keo's striking eyes flash through my mind. I should have known someone that beautiful couldn't look like that and be entirely sane. It wouldn't be fair if he were. Mary turns, resting her back against the counter, regarding me with a judgmental raised brow. "He's not a murderer, Tove. I met him, he was very gracious and sweet with me, so I assumed you would enjoy a date with him." "He's a murderer, I mean it. He told me himself!" I insist.

He looked me right in the eye for a while before speaking out "Is it yours?" "No. It's for my best friend. A girl but she's dead". His eyes widened immediately. I found everything suspicious. What does the Alpha of this pack know about this? Everyone seems creepy. I went closer and placed my hand on his cheek. "Please tell me what you know about this". I urged him to speak. He definitely knows something about the murder. But, as the Alpha, shouldn't he have done something to it? Why does everyone seem suspicious? He dragged my hand down and stood up abruptly. "I should get you a drink". He murmured and walked out.

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

“You’re not a suspect for murder. It happened last night and we know exactly where you were at the time the coroner said it occurred. We just need to know why the murderer had your gun.” “It was taken from my purse during my attack,” I said. “I forgot about that until just now.” He nodded. “I suspected it was something like that.” As he turned to leave, I asked, “Who was murdered?” “A Uri Voronin,” he replied. “He was actually living in that abandoned building that you were attacked in.” “Do you think he was my attacker?” I eagerly asked. He thought for a moment. “He could be. Although, he was killed with your gun. This puts a question mark on things.”

Since it displayed Nick as a total, raving lunatic, should he ever come out and talk about THEM, no one would ever believe him anyway. I turn my attention to the most recent string of murders, which will hopefully be the most useful in helping me figure out how to track down this sonofabitch. Thirteen people killed, so far. The first was Susan Baker. Twenty-one. Caucasian. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Five-foot-three. Her body was found, eviscerated, in the middle of Chester Park. Next was Adam Jackson. Forty-five. African-American. Six-foot-two. Found, also eviscerated, in an apartment complex dumpster.