Comedian Serial Killer Novels & Stories

the woman asked sweetly. “Can you answer this woman’s question for me?” he politely requested as he pointed his finger toward me. “What is it she's asking?” the woman inquired. The smile on her lips became wider, and it seemed she had something silly on her mind. “Well, she’s asking me if I am a serial killer,” he replied, and he couldn’t contain his laughter, making his face turn red while he chuckled. The woman, whom she called Lory, laughed along with him. I bowed my head out of shame because I was the one they were laughing at.

My clever plan didn’t have a success rate since the beginning. As we reached the sidewalk, clean air immediately filled my lungs. It was an advantage for me since I do not smoke. However, being outside didn’t calm me at all since my captor was still poking his gun on me and holding my shoulder. He pushed me into the road where I could see a red Ferrari directly in our path. Figures again. Most serial killers are known to be awfully rich right? When I stood right in the passenger seat, I heard him order in a stern voice, “Get in,” and this time, I couldn’t hold back myself anymore.

It will also happen that way. Out of nowhere, Kanya gained her confidence. She didn’t know about it either. Obviously, at the moment, her blood is boiling, and she wants to end this ridiculous thing. “Ridiculous. It’s ridiculous,” She said with a smirk. The man is stunned and slowly removes his hand from Kanya’s hair. He moved in front of Kanya and asked. “What did you just say?” “Ridiculous.” “Hahaha! Do you know who you’re dealing with? Didn’t I tell you I killed many people in this place? You’re dealing with a serial killer.”

He smirked and walked over to the tools section where he pulled out a huge plier. “ I really didn't do it, all I focused on was my job. I'm not that greedy to do that!” Lena cried out seeing the way he gripped the plier. “ A Serial killer once said that too, I’m not that kind of a person!” He replied and the others laughed. “ You know what? All I need is the truth, nothing but the truth. Just accept you did it and no one will get hurt!” He tapped the plier on the wall.

Dr Edward Wolfe’s pov~ Three years ago, I did the unthinkable: I killed my best friend and closest ally out of anger. FLASHBACK TO THREE YEARS AGO>>>>>> I have to hide who I am to find the one woman who can set me free from myself. My name is Luca Moretti. a professional serial killer for the Serrano Pact Mafia. I come from a very long line of twisted men who have risked it all for everything they want. Even the taste of a woman who belonged to a dangerous man.

"That's an easy death. I prefer torturing someone to death... Say slowly slicing your neck while you watch... Or stabbing your knees and elbows countless times." Okay... She's starting to give me the creeps. "God! I'm just kidding. Stop looking at me like I'm some serial killer," she laughs. "I keep forgetting it takes an intelligent person to get my dark sense of humour." She just called me stupid but it's fine... As long as I'm not getting my neck sliced or my elbows stabbed... It's fine. "You can go for a break and eat those muffins with that mouthy black friend of yours," she blurts.

It's just too freaky! But despite all of that, I have something in my mind that struck me as the oddest thing I have ever heard. ‘I like your smile.’ Ha! Like my smile? Only a psychopath would say that – which I think that Prick guy is. But still, it was the first time anyone had ever said it to me. Could it be that this killer smile of mine is slowly diminishing?

I said to her. “Really? So what did he say?” She asked inquisitively. “He stated the exact story as Mr. Martin did but… He said it was a serial killer and not an animal” I said to her. “And how is he so sure?” She asked me. “That’s what I asked him. He said why would the cops and laboratory people lie about it? And – and after that serial killer got arrested… everything went back to normal in the town… It was all peaceful once again…” I told her.

He choked his saliva staring at Adnan's challenging smirk. " Your tongue. " He tilted his head to one side, and the muscle of her jaw twitched up in an evil smirk. " I like it, sharp and fearless. As if you weren't crying last night, your heart tearing my poor ears and asking for mercy. " He said, sarcastically. " Who are you? " A trembling voice interrupted them, and finally Adnan gave her all attention to who was walking backward. " You're the serial killer who was killing innocent people..." She was cut off by his laugh. He laughed and laughed until his eyes started watering.

He laughed serving himself. “I don’t want to take much of your time, but we have a situation.” I looked at him and he was now serious. “Tell me about it.” It better not be something serious because I didn’t have time for that. “We have a serial killer on our hands.” Damnit Damon, you sure know how to ruin things. Couldn’t he have found this information while Ianna’s father was here, and he could handle it. Why now when I want to spend time with my mate.