Cute Murderer Mga Nobela at Kwento

Blondie looked at Big Ken with curiosity but did not squeak. Alex was frustrated, kicked Blondie fiercely, and yelled, "You've already fallen into our hands and still want to muddle through? No way! Not to mention pretending to be mute, even if you’re really f*cking mute, you can’t avoid the crimes you’ve committed. You’re now a murderer! It’s a serious crime!" "Murderer?" Blondie froze, then nodded and echoed, "I’m a murderer..." "You...you're not really a f*cking fool, are you?"

He frowns, clenching his fist. I’m sure he enjoyed making ‘sure of it’. Adrian fancies torturing his victims and he takes pride in his “Art” as he calls it. I’ve seen him do it once, he was twelve, our cousin Evie who was like our sister had just been murdered during a pack takeover and her mate survived, he took it upon himself to send him to the afterlife so they’d be together always like he proclaimed when he came to take her and he said and I quote “I want to be with her forever.”

He was evil inside - out. “ I really enjoyed it when you were squirming like some fish out of water. ” His eyes went down to the same bite marks, that had been bugging his mind. Probably, he was too harsh on her. He was a murderer, a torturer, a butcher, a Mafia leader but he was not a rapist. He didn't want to be one either. He didn't know what drove him so mad to the point, he wanted to rape her brutally.

He continued to wear the same pure smile. He still looked like an innocent kid. Who would have thought that a kid would be the real murderer?

Martin had been there many times, but it was the first time he was explaining about Carla’s condition to William. "Is there no other way?" Although William did not ask about her condition, he felt grateful to her for saving his life. "No.” Martin shook his head and continued, "She has dozens of stitches on her back and the wound is deep. The guy who tried to attack you was going for the kill." Anpu was a cold-hearted man. He wanted to kill William before he took everything from him. However, Anpu had been overly confident. How could William let himself be trampled upon?

He could douse himself in bleach and still never wash away the stain of suspicion. The public discourse was merciless. "Justin always looked so elegant and gentlemanly. Even his smile seemed radiant. How could someone like that be a cold-blooded killer? It's completely surreal!" "What's so surreal about it? Killers don't walk around wearing name tags. Often, the most unassuming people hide the most psychotic tendencies. They blend in by acting more polite and innocent than the rest of us. If you think about it, doesn't Justin fit that description perfectly? "And haven't you read the case details that were released? The murder happened 20 years ago. He was barely more than a teenager back the

"There are people around us. Be careful when you speak. Besides, the real murderer has not been caught yet. Don't think about these things." "We know who the murderers are already. We only need one more piece of evidence." Jackie smiled and suddenly said in a colder voice, "I'm not worried about not finding the real murderer, but just haven't thought of a way to kill them most viciously."

Stella looked at the screen and tapped on the table with her fingers rhythmically. She said lightly, "The murderer is a man, about 30 years old, approximately 1.75 m to 1.80 m tall. He should have a thin body and has had higher education. He has a high IQ and a good EQ. His parents and siblings should be dead. He has a good amount of fortune and has a car, which should be a luxurious one. He looks ordinary and has very good speaking skills. He appears harmless at ordinary times, so it was easy for him to hide his intentions."

Fuck. The reminder that my girlfriend is a killer doesn’t sit well with me. Beauty doesn’t seem phased by my question in the slightest as she wipes her mouth and says, “The teaspoon in an ass full of sugar says that the killer we are looking for had time on his hands, as well as a creative idea of torture. Meaning we're searching for someone who used to do that sort of thing, you know, get information, and maybe interrogate people- that sorta shit. Same with the other victims, the nails clipped off, stained fingers. This to me is all leading to people who are choosing their victims, means they have to be nearby, in a central place where it is easy to spot their new target.”

He let out a sigh as he examined the knife, “I need you. You are the key for me to get what I want.” “What do you mean?” I looked at him with fear in my eyes. He stepped closer to me and glided the knife over my cheek. The coldness of it made my skin crawl. “You are the key for me to get revenge on the one who killed my brother. The man who swoons over you.” My eyes narrowed; does he mean Casio? “You know who I’m talking about.” He smiled, then lifted my chin with the knife to meet his gaze, “Casio Capone.”