Christmas Killer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He drew close to Nevi and whispered, “She’s an awfully good fuck, isn’t she? It’s a shame you never got a chance to taste the sweetness of her milk. I can still taste it, feel it as it oozes from her taut nipples.” He laughed sadistically. “You and your high and mighty ways. I told you that afternoon that you’d rue the day you came up against me. I told you she’d be mine. Handlers belong with handlers.” He stood up and nudged Nevi’s limp body with his foot, “I was hoping you’d be so heartbroken over listening to our lovemaking that you’d force your own expiration. It was such a disappointment when Sasha stopped you after I killed your wife. I’m fascinated with the process. I would have enjoy

How could I be attracted to that scene? After a few minutes of silence, he began to shake and his breathing felt uncontrolled, as if he was choking. This time it was again a groan of pain. He was crying. My God, this man's suffering was making me sick. Someone needs to get him out of here. My eyes tried to find some way for me to communicate with someone, but there was nothing. I tried to speak, but a strange sound came from my vocal cords. Then he rolled onto his back again. ― I will kill you...

Mindy hurried excitedly to answer it, and three dubious-looking men in shabby costumes walked through the door. The moment I saw their leader, a man with a large mole on his face, the blood in my veins went cold, and my fingernails dug deeply into my palms. It was them! In my past life, these three "exorcists" took Mindy's money and struck me to death with a so-called holy scepter drenched in dog's blood! Suppressing the murderous rage surging inside me, I lowered my head obediently and stepped aside. The fake exorcists entered the bedroom and theatrically circled Sam's bed, before a mole-faced man slapped his thigh dramatically.

I said to myself, trying to build up some kind of mechanism that would prevent me from thinking about him, but it seems my body and brain were in conflict because I typed his company's handle, searching the entertainment page to see if I could get any information about him; unfortunately, there was none. "So, it is really over? He wouldn't even try to contact me... really? It was all about sex! Lust!" came my angry outburst before smashing the glass of champagne that was in my hand against the Christmas tree. The poor innocent thing swayed slightly, the particles of broken pieces of glass tugging on the stem. "Jesus!" I pressed my palms against my face, murmuring prayers for God's interventi

“Elliot—” “Do you know anything about the process of rejection?” I cut him off, willing his anger to remain at bay by masking my interaction as a question towards Elliot Osborne with a voice full of hope. There must be a case where a human is mated to a werewolf. And if I am the first one to be in that case, then— I’m screwed. Elliot averted his gaze, forcing his feet to enter his messy kitchen. He grabbed a wooden stool chair and stood on top of it, reaching for something. It was a book.

MYSTIC HOLLOW (Homicide) . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 37 . "Fuck!" The killer said as he finally held his gun. "Elena! Turn the light back on!" Laura said to her as she switched it on and the killer was spotted immediately in the midst of people with his gun. "Fire!!" The security men screamed as they shot at him while he ran, breaking things in the mall. "Alex! Behind you!" Laura said as the killer shot at Alex while he dodged it and kept running.

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

That is everything. Winter closed her eyes. The gold flowers pulsed, and the watcher's attention wrapped around her, warm and soft. The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 134

Sebastian lunged forward, plunging his bare, violet-glowing hand directly into the shattered opening of the Executioner's golden chest plate, reaching for the detonating core itself. (End of Chapter 145)

I killed people and it felt so good and I wasn't going to stop till I'm right qt the top, where no one can touch me. I slid into the car, my body instinctively pressing against the door, seeking some kind of barrier between me and everything I had just left behind. The engine rumbled to life, and the car began to move, but there was something—someone—beside me. I could feel the presence, but I refused to turn my head, not wanting to know who it was. My gaze stayed locked on the world outside, my mind replaying the screams over and over. The image of their tear-streaked faces, the desperate shaking of their heads, their silent pleas for mercy. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had already made