Christmas Killer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

My father’s sweet flower girl has become a cold-blooded killer. I was still on my pity train when I heard a faint knock on the door. My heart jumped with fear for I thought it might be the police. Maybe someone had seen me and followed me while alerting the authorities. But then it dawned to me that the police don’t do faint knocks, police break doors. The knock repeated, followed by a soft voice calling my name. It was Billy. At once, there was a sexual excitement that echoed throughout the bottom part of my body. It was almost unbelievable how Billy’s voice made me forget about my worries even if it was just temporarily and at the same time made me lust for him. I quickly got up and made f

The first sentence stole the air from her lungs. > "Victor Lucaster is not your father." Lynnek stared at the page in disbelief. "What...?" The entire chamber fell silent. End of Chapter twelve

Ignoring the noise in the room, I kissed her deeply. “Get a room, Dad!” “We will do just that.” I carried my wife toward the nearest room. “The Alpha who stole my Christmas is now my husband,” she whispered with a smile. This was only the beginning of our love story. THE END!!!!

Fled my own stupidity, my own cruelty. The rain soaked through my formal suit in an instant. Lightning split the sky, illuminating my desperate sprint. The incinerator pit was at the edge of the territory, three kilometers from the pack house. The mud sucked at my feet, the rain lashed my face, but I kept going, fueled by a desperate, sickening hope. Finally, I saw the smoke rising from the pit. It was still burning. Orange flames flickered in the dark, rainy night, like the gateway to hell.

"Tell me she’s lying. Tell me the moon wasn't just a tax shelter." "I... I don't know," I choked out, the black ink filling my throat, tasting of copper and old paper. The "True Zero" clarity was gone, replaced by the crushing, suffocating guilt of the original sin. "Xander, I swear... when I woke up in Chapter One, I loved you."

Title: My Stepbrother’s Thick Cock Chapter 1 The first time I saw him shirtless, my mouth went dry. It was a hot afternoon in our small apartment downtown. My mom had just married his dad two months ago, and now we were stuck living together under one roof. His name was Alex. Tall, with smooth tanned skin and muscles that came from playing basketball every evening after work. I was nineteen, still in college, and trying hard not to stare.

the chapter accidentally repeated the chapter above instead of the intended chapter, I fixed it and if you remove the book from your library and re add it it should fix, alternatively I will post it bellow for those of you who already had the incorrect chapter and don't wnat to remove and re add. *************************** Nova’s POV

Elena: what last scene? Calhoun: *glares harshly at Wazir* Wazir: What? She would still see it. Calhoun: *glares back at Naomi* Naomi: * avoids Calhoun's gaze* Okay! Let's start this show! Audience: *cheers* Naomi: We will commence with the very beginning of this book. Hope you enjoy it!! Audience: *cheers* Chapter one! Deleted scene! Elena: *crawls in the secret passage* That damn James... He should be lucky I didn't poison his cake.

I'd figure it out myself. I started walking out of the room slowly because it looked like the ground was sinking beneath me, pushing people off my paths. They hurled curses at me but I ignored them. I saw a room with the plate name screaming “Restroom” and I entered it. But inside, it wasn't a restroom. It looked like a VIP lounge. Oh.. fuck. You can't even do anything right, Mara. I pressed my palms to my face in a futile attempt to stay sober. I attempted to turn away but that was when I heard it. A deep masculine voice that reverberated through my entire being. Enough to make me sober. To make me feel alive. “I have never celebrated Christmas because every year I'm afraid that the curse w

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas