Cute Murderer Novels & Stories

He peered up at me and narrowed his gaze past me, was he looking for someone? "Not hiding behind a five-year-old tonight?" He growled, I kept my distance and said "I wanted you to calm down before you did anything that you'd regret," He chuckled darkly. "You don't know me then. I hardly regret anything I do," He snarled. I was pondering on his words, he didn't regret a thing he did. He wouldn't regret killing me? He fucking didn't even regret killing his first Luna. 'A promiscuous woman!' My wolf, Liana, added and I immediately shut her out.

The boy had falsely alleged that he wanted to kill his wife and Baby. "Sir we have found the boy and he has spilled the truth too. He has told that this work was asked by your friend Aisha to do it", On hearing this, Smaran turns straight to Aisha with a surprised look.

I mumbled as I crouched down beside the body as Devon fumbled into the man's jacket for clues. I tilted the man's head down slightly, trying not to think of or look at his eyeless sockets as I swiped my thumb on his lips and lifted it up in the sun's light. There was a bright stain on my thumb, bright red lipstick stain. "What did you find?" Devon's voice startled me and I turned to give him a tight smile. I held out my thumb for him to see and watched as his eyes sharpened into understanding. "I think our killer is not so male after all." I said. "Or he was just enjoying himself on a date before he got his throat slashed and his eyes pulled out." I shrugged as I contradicted myself.

It seemed the bear had gone from singing to sleeping while Ricky made love to his woman. The killer heard him enter and whirled. Despite the ski mask hiding the majority of the features, there was no denying it. Patricia and Stu were right. The murderer was a woman, a petite one too, but the sneer on her delicate pinks lips was anything but gentle. Despite her humanity, she also managed a snarl worthy of a predator.

The cracks never opened so much in my soul and my gnawed heart never felt so much pressure than now. “I don't know why you start crying, be thankful that you're still breathing. “Maybe it's better to die. “You don't want to die, Luna. “She states with sarcasm. I don't answer him. He is an idiot, a fucking rapist and murderer. It is all that and other adjectives that define a macabre being. “Despite being inexperienced, I had a good time,” he says deliberately.

"Look ugly, we already know you killed that poor girl, what we need to know is how you know Lucifer and Lucian," "Lucifer?What the fuck? like the devil?" He laughed out loud "Listen I don't know who you think I am, but you got the wrong guy, I didn't kill that girl, I could smell you were a lycan hunter, and Mr tall Dark and handsome over there had no smell at all, like a walking corpse, I simply ran for my life," Raven laughed, placing the bad on the table with torture tools and equipment, "You watch movies don't you ugly? In every kidnapping flick, the guy always says that you've got the wrong guy," She chuckled,

- I was offended. - I call you a murderer because you are the cause of our son being dead. she - she froze with her words - that's why I say why she should give a chance to a murderer who didn't mind stabbing her partner - and she closes the door again I stare at the door, my pulse trembles, I murder my puppy...

Although her eyes were also red, she seemed strangely composed. "Mom, don’t be sad," Selene murmured, her voice soft but firm. Mom opened her mouth, as though she wanted to speak, but no words escaped her. Instead, she covered her face, her body shaking as tears streamed down her cheeks, slipping through her fingers. Just then, Captain Carter burst in, his expression grave. "The murderer struck again." Selne immediately lifted her head, her eyes sharp. "Who did the murderer target this time?" Captain Carter stared at her, visibly surprised.

He replied and drove off. It was certain that he wasn't going to listen to me. The way I saw him had changed already. Now, he only looked like a murderer who wouldn't care about the person he was killing and who the victim was leaving behind that way. All along, we've been dining and wining together with a cold blooded murderer without suspecting that he could be behind anything bad. In fact, even as he looked feminine in some way, I never thought he could do something like this to anyone.

I screamed, my heart beat pulsing with every step he took towards me. “Shhhh,” he leaned in, his hands on his lips. “Don't make me regret this!” His smile deepened, revealing his dimples as it stretched. He did have a cute smile for someone so deadly. Scratch that—he was a killer. “Stop romancing a murderer,” I screamed at myself. He looked more cute when annoyed. “Don't come any further.” I met his unflinching gaze, moving back a little bit. “If I don't,” he grinned, watching my every move like a hawk trained to kill. He was surely enjoying this.