Happiness Killer Novels & Stories

She asked interestedly. Her heart skipped a beat. She wasn't looking forward to this conversation happening. She looked away without saying anything for moments. "Penelope?" Hailey put a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay if you don't want to tell." She thought she might have said something wrong. "I- I have… no family back there." She said in a low voice, looking down at her lap, fidgeting with her fingers. "No family? What do you mean by that?" She immediately regretted asking this question. “I’m so, so sorry. I must have not said it like that.” She was very embarrassed about asking a question like that. Penelope slowly nodded her head. "My parents passed away in an accident when I was littl

... At a renowned publishing house in Asteron, Kimberly typed diligently, focused on her manuscript. Her editor had just informed her that her contest entry passed the preliminary round, and now she needed a new piece for the next stage. Hannah called. "Kimberly, check your phone. It's explosive!" Kimberly, puzzled, opened her device and saw the top trending topic with the hashtag #Siena's Private Character. Clicking in, she found a flood of scandals, retweeted by prominent producers and directors. Their line was all the same: [Immoral artist Siena Gallegos is permanently blacklisted!]

He felt like he was suffocating whenever he thought about how someone as pure and kind as her would soon die from such an illness. More than once, he'd wondered why I wasn't the one who was cursed with cancer. I was evil, and the world would only be better off with my death. Hector shared his thoughts. He'd said more than once, "Jennifer is such a wonderful woman. Samantha's the one who should be dying!" Benjamin's resentment for me grew at that thought. The wedding was about to start, yet I'd yet to arrive. Did I think I could do whatever I wanted just because I was pregnant?

Zara said in a shocked tone “SSSHHH!!!!” Sunny said with the gun on his lips. Zara eyes widen as she recognized his tone. His voice echoed in her ears, then it struck her, he was ‘HIM’ “Yes, Zara, I’m your misfortune…” Sunny said glaring at her. And a laugh so evil and cruel came out of him. “But you know what! the biggest misfortune of life, happened to me and your death will suffice it!” Sunny said with hatred in his eyes and he pulled the trigger once more.

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

Tell me! The officers quickly stepped in to pull the hysterical Dad back before he escalated his violence. "Please calm down, sir. The forensic examiner has confirmed that your daughter has been dead for more than 24 hours." Dad whipped his head around to look at Nova with eyes full of hatred. "Weren't you the one telling me that her vital signs were normal? She's been dead for over a day! You're a lying, useless piece of robot! My wife trusted you, and because of that, our daughter is dead!"

He understood me. He said: “The three the public does not have. Two of them were in 2021. One was in 2022. The press has never connected those three to the seventeen. They are real, and they were mine, and they are the difference between the number you knew in your interior of me and the number that is actually true.” I said: “And Derek.” He said: “Derek would be the twenty-first.” I held that too. Twenty-one. I was, sitting in the armchair of a man’s front room in Brooklyn Heights, the wife of the twenty-first man this man had killed. The wife of the most recent count.

“Well I guess so, I mean they are crucial and very much needed.” Aiden grunted loudly and stretched his arms out till they made a “pop” sound at the elbows. “I hate waiting, I hate suspense and I hate not knowing what to do. Who the hell is this unknown killer any way? Just started this and he is already really bugging me.” “The killer is probably some one unknown that you do not know.” Tia said and glanced over at Aiden, then they both burst into laughter. “Really Tia,” Aiden said, in between laughter. “You are making this kind of a joke at a time like this?”

"Then I'll be glad, Kendrick. If you intend to kill me, please make it fast, because I'm also tired of living. I can't keep on living with someone like you. I'll give everything to get you out of my life!" "Stop spouting nonsense, Hailey—" "I won't! Does it hurt so much to hear? Do you have emotions after all?" Hailey couldn't shut her mouth. Despite knowing that spelling out insults at him and calling him all kinds of names wasn't going to change anything, she'd do it again and again. She'd continue doing it as long as he didn't like it. "Well, you're the most evil person in this world. And I'll repeat that. I'll keep on repeating it until you finally decide to kill me too. I have no compa