Novel & Cerita Christmas Killer Chapter 1

Then the woman behind the Original Creator whispered: Now kill her. Aiden's eyes turned completely black. His hand rose. And the power of the King of Possibilities gathered in his palm. End of Chapter 132

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

Cold marble, floor-to-ceiling glass, a city spread out below like it’s begging to be conquered. The door closed behind us. That was when it hit me. My hands started to shake. I curled my fingers into my palms, nails biting skin, grounding myself. He noticed. Of course he does. “Say it,” he said without turning around. “What.” “You’ve been staring at me like you’re trying to peel my skin off,” he replied calmly. “Say it.” My throat tightened. “Why did you do that?” He turned slowly. “Do what.” “You killed him,” I snapped. “Don’t play dumb.”

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

"The enemy of my enemy is still dangerous. But so are you. Don't forget that." I stare at the screen. Then I delete it. Roll over. Wrap my arms around Celeste. And sleep. End of Chapter 127

The third room is locked. I stand in front of the locked door for a long moment, hand on the handle, knowing this is important. Why lock a door in your own home unless you're hiding something? I move on before I get caught. The hallway opened into a massive living area, all windows and modern furniture and that enormous Christmas tree I saw when I first woke up. Presents are stacked underneath, wrapped in silver and white. I wonder if any of them are real or if they're just props in the set design of our supposed perfect life.

As I stepped in the living room, a crippling chill washed over me, the sole of my feet absorbing the cold of the luxury square tiles. The house was quiet, except for a slow Christmas tune that rumbled lightly out of the speakers. My heart was racing. My hardened nipples crashed against the fabric of my sponge Bob branded T-shirt as I moved past the giant chandelier, towards the stairs. My p***y fluttered in anticipation. It couldn't stand the hunger of wanting to be ravished no more. Wanting to be ravished, not by Scott, the most unattractive boy in my class that wouldn't stop spamming me sick pictures of his fat d**k.

He turned on the heater because he knew she didn't like the cold too much. It was a special day today, her favorite day of the year. Christmas Day. Something looked off in the room and it took her a moment to understand why the room looked different. Gift bags. They were arranged neatly on the bed, right beside her legs, some big, some medium, some small. For a second, she thought she was still dreaming. She blinked once. Then twice. Then she pushed herself up slightly on her elbows, her heart starting to beat faster. “Okay… what the hell?” she murmured.

The moonlight shining through the small circle right above me grew brighter, but instead of the calming feeling that came right after the end of the ritual, my stomach gave a very sharp twist and my chest suddenly ceased before a sharp pain stabbed up my throat. I grabbed my throat and coughed, half-expecting it to help but it only made it worse because I coughed again, harder. And then again, and that's when the warm liquid filled my mouth. I spat it out onto the floor and what I saw made the blood beat in my brain. Blood. More blood. It was dark, thick too. My knees buckled, and soon the ground was rushing up to meet me. "Tasha!" "Tasha!" I heard Kirk yell my name, seeing him run towards m