Hands Of The Killer Novels & Stories

Her vision blurred. "That's exactly why I'm crying" His jaw tightened. His hand didn't let go. "You wash blood off your hands like it's nothing," she said."You check every room like you expect someone to be waiting. You shoot people and your hands didn't even shake." He said nothing. "How many," she said quietly. "What." "How many times have you been cut. Stabbed. Shot." He didn't answer. "That many," she said. "Too many." She looked down at the scar on his forearm—the one that was already fading.

Mom looked at the TV while dad came to the living room and sat on the couch. "According to the senior officer Jacob Hernandez's speech, the killer cut the victim's hands and tainted his face badly. " "The dead body is almost unrecognizable. But monpura police are trying their best to find his identity. We haven't gotten any information from the forensic department yet." I gulped the lump in my throat. I had watched many Korean psycho thriller movies where psycho killers kill people horribly. But I never imagined something like that would happen one day in my town. That was horrendous.

The man holding my left arm forced my hand open, inspecting my fingernails. "Nothing," he muttered. I let out a victorious smile while Theo's face darkened in disbelief, surprise written all over his face. “Check her left hand.” He ordered. The guards inspected my left fingers. “Yes, yes, there are traces of silver in here,” they chorused. The crowd erupted into another round of chaos. “She killed the child.” “I had always known she was a murderer,” they shouted, their voices filled with anger. Tears blurred my vision, my heart pounding in my ears. “How…?”

She couldn't imagine how terrified Yvonne would have felt as she drew in her last breath. After a long-lasting silence, Handogan said with an angry voice."Who is the Killer? "I…don't know. I was in the gardens when I was called by some guards. They ushered me into my mother's room, and…" Natalie stood up and sat beside Delia and gave some motivating words. At last, Delia continued,"My mother was lying facedown on her reading table, with a Six foot Sword pierced through her back."

"In the past, I was able to drive a wedge between the Landry and Lynch families, so much so that they were so busy fighting with each other, the Quinn family managed to get a head start in accumulating our wealth… "If I could do that in the past, I can do that now as well!" "Granny." After Malcolm and Heather left, Hunter, who had been hiding in the corner of the room, emerged. "Granny, I heard from the police station that… "When I killed that woman, I…seemed to have left a fingerprint behind." Granny Quinn narrowed her eyes. "Which finger?" "My right index finger…" Granny Quinn glanced impassively at his right hand and said, "Butler, please find something to cut off Master Quinn's right ind

Junior continued to do the same to his left hand, causing him to lose both hands. When they witnessed what had transpired, the onlookers were overjoyed. Papa Lee, Junior's manager, directed him to assassinate Killer. He didn't hesitate, but he fractured his left hand and fell to the ground. Junior slapped him repeatedly while Killer was bleeding from the nose and lips. Junior grabbed him up and flung him with all his effort into the metal cage, but because his hands were broken, he couldn't prevent it and smacked the metal. The killer was harmed because of it. Junior didn't stop and kept hitting him hard. Junior grasped Killer's neck and spun it around to end him once he had gotten hopelessl

The clerk yelped in pain as the killer shot his hand, making three of his fingers and the phone fall off. "Oh my God! You fuckin... stupid!.. " He screamed on the ground holding his hand. "What do you want!?" Mr. Greg asked as Mr. Brown began to wee on his trousers. "Nice question," the killer said and smiled. "Now, where the hell is the Mayor?" He asked as they began to shake. "And why are we gonna.." Mr. Greg didn't finish his speech as the killer blew off his brain. "Oh, My God!" Mr. Brown said as he began to cry.

All the elders flung their eyes at Jared, who lifted his palm for everyone to see, and just as the moon priestess had said, his hand was painted with a red pigment. “Now, let Killian show us his claws if it has the red pigment or not. Besides, this scratch is the only scar I have on me.” She said with a mischievous smile. Killian shrunk back in his chair, aware that he had fallen deeply into the trap laid by his enemies. He remembered touching the moon priestess that very day when he was full of emotions, now, it was being used against him. The elders urged Killian to show his hands and to everyone's shock, the red pigment was there. Everyone gasped in shock, slowly realizing that Killian wa

Ten minutes later, I kicked her apartment door off its hinges. She was in the middle of packing a suitcase. Trying to run. Too late. "Vincent?" She turned, the color draining from her face. "What are you doing here?" I advanced on her, each step a promise of pain. "You killed Isabella." I grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her head against the wall. Her scream was music. "Life?" I hissed in her ear. "You don’t get to keep yours."

So gorgeous, I cream my panties staring into the bluest eyes I've ever seen in person. His facial skin is smooth and shaven. My hand's envelope around his extended one feeling the power of his grip. The hardened calluses on his hand have me take another more in-depth glance into his gaze. And the blank coldness of his stare as he smiles tell me something about Killer - He isn't called Killer because of his looks. I'm staring into the eyes of a killer. Seeing those tags around his neck, I don't feel danger. Quite opposite actually. "Killer, I need help man." Killer winks at me as he releases the tight grip I have on his hand and saunters off.