Heart Eyes Who Is The Killer Novels & Stories

"I can hear your heartbeat." I looked at him. Slightly confused. "My what now?" "Your heartbeat. You are lying. You know where Gabriella is. I need you to tell me now." "Fine! You really want to know where Gabriella is? She's in the cemetery! Gabriella is dead and she walks out at night as a zombie! You know where the killer smile comes from? It's because she doesn't have lips anymore so her teeth are exposed in a killer smile!" I said it as calmly as possible. I thought for sure that it would enrage him. That he would demand of me to stop fooling around and just tell him. But right now he was gapping. Shock was written all over his face like he couldn't believe what he just heard.

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

I wanted to see the expressions playing on his face but I couldn’t, I was too restless. “How did you know?” I finally glanced up, looking at his face and then back down. “I became a hacker to figure out what happened to her.” “I was young.” I scoffed. “That’s not an excuse.” “I didn’t know she would commit suicide.” Ray whispered and the worst part was I didn’t notice one hint of guilt in his voice. It was a plain emotionless statement. I looked at his face, scanning it slowly, hoping, praying for a minuscule sight of remorse but there was none. His face was blank as he stared at me through his broken specs.

"Mr. Martinez, meet Mrs. Angelos, she will be in charge of this campaign. And he is Noah Martinez, the celebrity travel vlogger I talked about." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Martinez." Eva held up her hand which I took and placed a soft kiss on her knuckle as I kept my eyes on her to watch how she reacts. Much to my pleasure, I felt her shiver against my touch and took a gulp visibly. As soon as I straightened up, she freed her hand from my grasp and looked at Michel and said, "I think I can take it up from here. Would you mind leaving us to talk?"

But you are a good person. I wanted to tell him that. But instead, I moved closer to his chest and lay my head on the smooth surface of it. I could hear the loud beating of his heart, the uneven breathing. I can even feel the rumbling of his thoughts. A smile formed on my lips while my right ear rested on his chest. “But if you were to search and kill your mate instead, isn’t that the same thing that happened to your parents?” Now Zarion gasped at my logic. “Well—”

My eyes remain on him the entire time, I need to make sure he actually passes, I won’t believe it unless I see if for myself. I won’t take any chances, not when it comes to Evelyn and the children. I take my time removing his heart, I want him to feel as much pain as possible. Call me vindictive but this man wasn’t the father he could have been. The father I will be. Once his heart is disconnected from his body I dump it on the floor, his lifeless body falling to the ground. How fitting to kill two alphas tonight in similar ways. Both cowards, both heartless…and now they are.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

“I need to think. I need to clear my head.” He didn’t stop me. He didn’t say a word. My heart was still pounding. My mind kept replaying the man’s scream—the sound of his bones snapping, the blood spilling across the floor. I rushed into the bathroom and threw up. No, Damon didn’t scare me. He disgusted me. But he would soon know heartbreak—the kind that burns and breaks your soul. I already knew my killer. Jessica Williams. And Damon was already hunting her. My plan had begun.

Tears stung my eyes, but I held them back. "He was finally getting away from all this!" she cried. "He had a girlfriend. They were planning a life together, far away from your cursed family! And now he's dead!" I didn’t even know, about the girlfriend, the plans or any of it. I reached out, desperate to say something, to explain, though I didn’t even know what I would say. "I’m sorry, I didn’t know... " Her hand came fast. A hard slap across my face, my head turned from the force of it.

James followed my gaze just then, and seeing that I was looking at the bracelet, there was a troubled look in his eyes as he pulled up his sleeve to hide it. "I promise you, dear, that I'll remember our son just like you, and for the rest of our lives." I lowered my gaze in silence—the only thing I could be pleased about was that Stan died believing his father loved him. But that didn't mean I could forgive what James did. I would avenge my son and rid myself of this two-faced murderer who hurt us. James took me home the next day because he hated the smell of the hospital, and he definitely still looked like a good husband if I hadn't seen through his demonic true nature.