Christmas Killer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

didn't want to walk down that hallway filled with moans and screams. I quickly eased myself, heaving a sigh of relief that I was finally comfortable. I pressed on the flush button, before leaving the toilet. Stepping into the bedroom, my eyes were fixed on the door... didn't know that my sexy predator was right there, waiting for me...his prey. 'Shit, I gotta be fast so that Knoxx doesn't...' "Pumpkin," My thoughts were cut short when I heard my name. H... how did he... know I was here?

Another door slid open, revealing a narrow shaft descending into darkness. Cold air rushed up. Old air. Below us, something hummed. Not machinery. Not quite. Memory. Footsteps thundered outside the dead zone. The wall began to buckle. I took her hand. And stepped into the dark with her. Behind us, the dead zone collapsed. And above us, the hunters finally broke through. Too late.

Jordan paced the length of his hotel suite for what felt like the hundredth time, the plush carpet doing nothing to calm the restless energy coursing through him. It was Christmas Eve, and the city outside his windows glowed with holiday lights—strings of white and red reflecting off the glass—but inside his chest was a restless collision of excitement, fear, and hope. He kept checking the clock, half-expecting it to move backward, half-terrified it would move too fast. He was waiting for his girls to arrive—waiting for Laila to walk through that door with Malaya at her side—and a quiet, stubborn part of him feared she might still change her mind.

Kai's voice rumbles low against her ear, darkly amused and dangerously enticing. "Yes." She shivers as his tongue traces the edge of her ear. "I didn't listen because I crave that danger." Kai chuckles, a deep, sinful sound. "Oh, you're my naughty little Christmas gift." Movement catches their attention. Jackson approaches now, no longer fighting or confused about what he wants.

“Let’s continue.” I smiled and started to get into the car—when I saw it. A shadow moved behind Daniel, and before I could scream, the figure twisted his neck in one clean motion. Daniel crumpled like a dropped rag doll. I froze. My stomach flipped, and I tasted tequila and terror. I screamed. Was he dead? Heart pounding, I scrambled back into the car and grabbed my purse. If I was going to end up dead tonight, the last thing I needed was for the cops to go through my phone.

The hunter. I hadn't forgotten the look on Christopher's face when he saw the carved bear. It'd been a mixture of excitement, fear, and joy. That had to mean something, didn't it? I wanted to see if the answers to my questions, including why finding something belonging to Christopher before he'd turned, could be valuable. I opened the drawer next to the statue of the hunter vampire, pulled out the book, and placed it on the strange podium in the center of the room. "Chapter one," I said, and the pages flipped until they reached the correct page.

I thought tonight, Tyrone and I would spend our first night together, but he was cheating on me with my sister instead. I won't let him ruin my plans. I'm going to find someone and spend Christmas Eve with. Just then, a young, dashing man walked into the club. Maybe it's because I was getting a little tipsy, but his face was cold. Perfect, this is my target. A cold man who doesn't care about attachments. I hopped down from my chair, walking towards him. He had his eyes on me as well, entirely focused. He was looking at me like a predator about to pounce on his prey.

_*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> Aria I had many things to suggest when Kieran asked if I had any suggestions, but after three years of being a rogue hunter, I knew better than to just suggest to him immediately. So, I asked that he give me time to go over all the past killings. And that was why I stayed up all night, reading file after file. The killer was one meticulous motherf**er. I didn't even realize it was daybreak until I got a text from Kieran.

A/N: Dear Reader, This chapter is not in any way related to the plot of this story. It's a little gift to add to your Christmas happiness. Please don't pay for this chapter. It's free (Free-To-Read) "Merry Christmas, Maria," Romeo exclaims, his voice waking the sleepy Maria. "Merry Christmas, Romeo, and thanks for stealing my sleep," she cackles. She sits up and sees Romeo holding a small cheesecake with a big candle in the middle.

My chest jolted; terror and relief collided. He froze mid-motion, eyes narrowing. “Stay there!” he barked. “Do not move. Not an inch!” I said nothing, only moved to the corner of the bed, shivering violently. Gunfire suddenly exploded. It was rapid, precise, terrifying. Shouts followed. The world outside the room had erupted into chaos. He cursed, low and guttural, stepping back, trying to figure out what was happening in his compound. My body quaked. Another round of shooting. Closer. Louder.