Novel & Cerita City Lady Killer

Her gaze flickered to the lifeless forms on the floor, their black-clad bodies now nothing more than reminders of how easily life could be snuffed out. She should have been horrified. She should have felt disgusted. But all she felt was cold. The blood on the marble floor would be wiped away. The bullet holes repaired. The bodies disposed of as if they had never existed. This was Killian’s world. And for the first time, she realized—she was standing in it. Killian stood near the shattered glass windows, his phone pressed against his ear, voice clipped and lethal. "I want every inch of this city watched. Victor DeLuca is a dead man walking," he said, his tone devoid of emotion.

Every TV station broadcasted the incident, and everyone in the neighborhood felt sorry for the couple but they were also scared that the animal might still be out there to strike unannounced again. The mayor of the city was also aware. He organized a press conference to inform the citizens around the street where the incident occurred not to be afraid that investigations are being carried out, and the police officers will be going on a hunt to look for the animal and make sure they get rid of it to restore peace to Greenwood city again. Detective Sophia Richardson was the person in charge of the case. She is one of the best detectives in the city with track records of solving critical cases

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

“Each of them have been seen at different locations, either in groups or alone, using public business to indirectly murder or attempt a murder as was your case.” I felt my blood run cold. So it was true. It wasn't an accident. This was planned. Someone had planned it… “Do you know who?” She nodded, then tuned the next page from whatever she read. “It has all been traced down to a crime organization in Houston, Texas. They all reside there, a total of seven hundred men and five hundred women, nursing mothers included. The leader is a man known as Jack Kird.” Jack Kird? “Why would he want me dead?” I didn't even know who the hell that was.

Brook-ta-man approaches the guard of the final werewolf who has not had time to turn around. “My lord the threat has been eliminated, it was Kalim's werewolves. It is not clear what they hoped for, - the guard said thoughtfully. - Yes, they did not hope for anything, it's just malice, their leader was killed. Be on the alert, there may be more attacks and more serious than this outing. The elevator door opened and two bodies fell out, a guard all torn and a beast covered in silver needles. The protection system worked, and as soon as the guard died from the blows of the beast, sharp needles flew out of the holes in the elevator, deeply piercing the body. The animal died instantly. Brook-ta-m

Still— Charlotte looked back toward Daniel’s phone again. She could still hear the fear in his voice. And deep down— Something inside her refused to let it go. — By morning, Atlanta looked completely different again. The city was exhausted. Terrified. Every television station replayed the same story repeatedly. Police had officially identified Daniel Park’s “killer.” A Mexican cartel affiliate named Javier Ortega. News channels displayed his photograph constantly. A heavily tattooed man with a criminal record stretching years. The media swallowed it instantly.

This is the ideal place for petty thieves. “I got the message this morning,” Lukas’ voice pulls me from my thoughts “Unlike the other four cases, where the lycan killed his soulmate first, it didn’t happen like that with them. The lady was out of city that day. She didn’t leave for her maternal home. We should be able to find her here.”

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 “Just in, the Outlaws are at it again. Six people were found brutally killed on the outskirts of Lion's City this morning.” I throw my gaze towards the television screen from the kitchen, where I am trying so hard to prepare spaghetti for dinner.

I will soon leave this apartment too. “It's no longer a joke what's happening to us, it's like there's a curse? Five of our classmates have died in just two and a half months. I don’t know if I’m going to believe Clark that there is a killer or it’s just a coincidence that someone from our class is dying,” he uttered. I sighed. “It is just a coincidence, Ace. And one thing, who might be the killer? Who has the intention to kill?” “You," he answered quickly

CHAPTER 35: RECIPE FOR DISASTER. "The city of Los Angeles is in mourning today," a female reporter said, wearing a sad look, and dressed in black. "Just behind, in front of the cathedral, is the procession for one of the city's most iconic police officers, Detective Peter Benedict, and his entire family. They were brutally murdered by one of the city's long-standing gangs - the Scarlet Mafia, one of the city's plagues ravaging the lives of many."