Chasing Lincoln's Killer Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gave him a blank face before suturing disbelievingly, " What!! How..how will I know how to use a gun? They are just cracking stories to save themselves." He didn't interrogate me any longer and placed his order briefly, " Take them away." [[ XAVIER'S POV ]] I didn't even breath properly during this few hours. She was missing as if vanished in the air. Daniel assured me and used his sources to find out her whereabouts. If I used my forces from presidential house, this news sure would have been leaked out so far. My heart ached painfully when I saw her pale face. Again, someone had suffered for me. Fortunately, it wasn't a big gang or something more horrible. I knew that I had some crazy fan

"You're worth being chased, Troy." "And you're also worth chasing back, Abigail." I grinned and joined Abigail in dancing to the beautiful agony of the song once more. I am unable to control my emotions on my own, and I don't want this night to end without expressing my whole love for my cherished wife. I still want to pursue my treasure till my soul soars and my body burns to ashes, even if we stopped chasing one other years ago.. Chasing her back was the best decision I've ever made in my entire life. And I have no regrets; she made me happy and gave me the unexpected love I couldn't ever imagine.

‘’I suppose I was the last person to find out even though it was about me ‘’ I answered placing the arrow head back in its place and grabbed a duffel bag to hide them . ‘’Are you going then ? ‘’ She asked ‘’Do I have a choice ? ‘’ I asked in return She was silent for a while as I carefully unload the bullets from the guns and put them inside the bag . ‘’He tried to stall ‘’ Lydia said I turned to her and she explained further ‘’They’ve been asking to see you since the hunters came and Xavier has been giving excuses but at the end of the day it’s their right to know whether they have a Luna or not . ‘’

I looked at it and felt my chest go tight because it was a good photograph, a genuinely good one, warm and unguarded and taken by someone who had known exactly what they were capturing. “You hired someone to follow me,” I said. “I made sure I had the full picture,” she said. “Which is more than Adrian has right now.” “You are out of your mind,” I said, and this time I meant it completely, not as an expression but as a genuine assessment, because standing in a hospital corridor holding photographs of a sick child and his mother’s friend and using them to build a case for paternity was something I hadn’t thought even Liana was capable of, and apparently I’d been wrong.

I had acted on instinct, a primal need to protect those who couldn’t defend themselves. Lily’s silence hung heavily in the air, and I felt the weight of her disappointment. “You’re not a killer, Clarissa,” she finally said, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re better than this.” “Better?” I scoffed, the word bitter on my tongue. “Better at what? Turning a blind eye? Pretending…, let him get away with every single thing he did to me” I snapped at her. "I don’t understand," she whispered. "Why would you wake up and just... decide to kill him? You could be killed for this. You could be sent out... exiled... what you did was—"

Damn, is he trying to give them a clue of who is he talking about? Well, maybe it's not me. It's her girlfriend. I went back to my office and leave them there talking. I was shocked when Canon followed me inside. "What are you doing here?" I asked nervously. "Don't worry about them. I don't care what they think." He said. "Well, I care. I don't want them to find out about us." I said and I saw how his face turn darker. "Why? You don't want that fucking Elvis that you are not single anymore?" He asked furiously.

Could someone be following us? I turned to the driver. "Sir, can you drive a bit faster? I think we might get there late if we don't hurry." "Honey, are you fine?" Mom asked. I just nodded, not wanting her to observe my suspicions. "Y-Yeah, I am," I stuttered as well. The moment the driver began to drive faster, the car behind us drove faster as well. Something wasn't right. Could it be… Scott? "Mom!" I snapped my neck around, my eyes widely open. "I think Scott's following us! That car behind us has been following us since we left home. I know he's the one! Call the police quickly!"

"Its really a nice idea having a few talks with you, enjoy your long termed stay in he*ll." "No, don't pull the..." I didn't allow him to finish his sentence before shooting him twice on his chest. Traitor like him doesn't deserve a second chance but to rot in he*ll. And yes, I shoot Jade too. Fuc*king traitors! It's been long I shoot and I almost forgot what it feels like to kill. Thanks to Lincoln though, he did all my dirty work even with out asking. "Why did you shoot them without any remorse? They are humans for God's sake."

“Rich people and royals always die because of their greed and inheritance. Never from weapons.” “I didn’t know until Lincoln announced it.” “If the stalker knew Emma since she was a kid, he must have known Dorothy,” Cillian said, tilting his head at the picture of Lincoln. I couldn’t stomach it, so I looked away. “What if he knew she was going to inherit everything?”

“Clean. No loose ends.” I sighed, gripping the railing and gazing out at the skyline. Beatrice must never know. She was too kind, too soft-hearted to see the need for what I did. She lived in a world where justice and morality were black and white, and monsters lived only in stories. But in my world? Kindness got people killed. “She can never know,” I said, my voice steel. “She won’t,” Ryder said, comforting me. “The body will not be found. They will not trace it back to us.