Novel & Cerita Cute Murderer

she stuttered. "I've killed many that I don't regret. I'm a murderer, and I killed for fun. I killed the other half just to watch the other half in pain. I killed kids, and innocent people. I've..." he stopped a little, "wiped a whole clan just because a person wronged me," she moved a step back a little in horror, which didn't go unnoticed by him as his eyes showed pained. Nadazhda didn't hate him. It was just that her brain could not comprehend it. The sweet, caring man was a murderer who killed for fun.

She muttered in disbelief, "No… No… This can't be happening…" Gavin stood frozen, staring blankly at the scene unfolding before him. … At the police station, Chloe refused to admit to anything until they played the interrogation footage of my murderer. Only then did she finally break down and confess. At first, the murderer had claimed it was a crime of passion. But the criminal profiler noticed something off. Would a crime of passion result in such a brutal and calculated mutilation of the body? Why had the murderer remained unnervingly calm throughout the process?

She blew softly on the part of hers hand that felt the pain. Suddenly, a familiar shoe stopped right in front of her. Angel looked up, she could see a tall and handsome man looking at her with a thin frown on his forehead. Him eyes dropped to the wound that Angel had gotten. "Again?" He asked. Him thin lips parted slightly. "This is normal," replied the woman. She tilted hers head slightly. "Did you just come home?" Angel asked the man. "Yes. The lecturer who entered this time was very beautiful, I was really lulled by her," said the man with a happy face. He then took a seat next to Angel.

She had slammed right into the innocent victim. Zachary saw the footage too. Just before Gigi was arrested by the police, Zachary rushed to Gigi's house in a frenzy and stabbed her. It felt like he had looked up the most effective way to kill someone. As soon as he stabbed her, blood gushed out of her. Gigi crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with shock. She died before the ambulance even got there. The police were alerted and came right over to arrest Zachary. Looking into the camera of a surrounding spectator who was recording on his phone, he tearfully cried out, "I've avenged you, Mom!"

Immediately, all traces of mirth disappear from my face as I ask him to continue. “The plan worked as we thought it would. We have our guy. My men interrogated him and the things he confessed about the murders align with the crime scenes. These are details only the culprit could know so we are positive it is him.” He shows me a picture of the murderer and … he looks very young. In his early 20s and not at all like a hardened criminal. “No more murders in Riviera.” Kieran smiles at me and I give a strained one back. For some reason, I feel uneasy. It all feels too easy. Something about this doesn’t seem right to me.

That's why he didn't notice the room's other occupant until it was too late. He felt the slight sting in his chest seconds after he saw the hand that reached out to him. His eyes widened when he saw his assailant's face as he fell to his knees. He was dead in less than a minute without a sound. The murderer stood over the fresh kill wiping off the blood from the poisoned stiletto onto the towel before turning and walking away. ... Mancini

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

I imagined he was my reflection in another thirty years. "Your iced tea is in the living room," Silvia called as we entered the side door. "Thank you," Charli replied. She'd been talking about the house when we both stopped, silenced by his presence. Oren Demetri stood there, his smile too wide, too friendly. For a moment, I had visions of the Joker. That made sense. If I were Batman, my nemesis would be the Joker. "Hello." His voice boomed through the air.

“You don’t know anything about me.” “Oh, but I do,” she whispered, her eyes narrowing with hatred. “You’re just like me, Migumi. A killer. A murderer. You can dress it up in whatever noble cause you like, but it doesn’t change the truth. You’ll live with that blood on your hands for the rest of your miserable life.” Charlotte smirked widely.

I groan inwardly. She opens the door for the man who calls himself Butcher. He looks like one. Very bulky and tall. One thing amuses me tho, his eyes. His eyes are dead. He's a killer, a cold bloody killer. He eyes meet mine and he calculates for a few seconds in his head if I'm a threat or not. I send him a cold smile, he could be a monster but when his eyes leaves mine and soften when he looks at Davinia, I know immediately that he would never hurt her.