Hero Killer Novels & Stories

"Who reported us? That was my daughter. I would never have harmed her!" The officer replied, "Someone submitted video evidence showing the two of you placing multiple sleeping pills in Queenie's milk bottle, which ultimately led to her death." Her voice rose and she said frantically, "No, that's impossible! Was it Xavier? He's lying! He just wants to ruin my wedding!" I rose from my seat, holding up a USB drive. "Queenie, we should let everyone and the police decide whether it's a lie or not. I'm here to show everyone exactly how you killed Queenie."

She revealed her sharp, crimson fangs and her hideous, massive serpent body. "As a Serpentkin, it's only natural for me to help my own kind. I'd planned on using that lethal pill to kill two birds with one stone. You'd already be dead if it hadn't been for that bitch, Willow. She'd made a deal with an alchemist and traded the blood from her own heart for an antidote. "But even then, you still refused to see her. She had no choice but to beg your servants to slip the antidote into your food."

"You lying bitch! Still denying the truth, even at death's door? "I have surveillance video of you killing her, bragging about being some big internet celebrity, Anna Anderson! If it's not you, then who is it?" Emma chimed in from the side, "Anna, if you did something wrong, just admit it. You know what they say. It's never too late to do the right thing." Just when everyone was certain that I was the killer, I looked at Emma, who was secretly gloating nearby, and asked, "Emma, what are you talking about? You're the one who's always lived in this apartment. What does anything that happened here have to do with me?"

The wooden door rattled violently, shaking so hard it felt as if the whole house was trembling with it. “Lana Wright, get out here! If you don’t, I’ll break this door down!” Why should she get to kill someone and act like nothing happened? Even if the baby who died today wasn’t mine, I was still going to get justice for them. When she saw how hard I was smashing the door, Lana shouted from inside, “Stop! If you keep hitting it, I’ll jump!” I was panting from the effort. I turned, rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a chef’s knife, and hacked it into the door.

He only refuted that he wasn’t the killer but he didn’t disagree with the fact that there was actually the usage of a soul sucker This meant that he acknowledged that a soul sucker was being made use of and maybe he even had some clues about the soul sucker been used or the organization or person behind it All she needed was that he worked with those clues and grant her with the result .......... THE NEXT DAY WELLINGTON DISTRICT POLICE STATION OUTSIDE Lucy watched as Williams jogged towards her direction, his hair fluttered as the wind ran across his face ‘He is handsome' Seeing his face reminded her of the dinner they had together with Jason

Her glaring eyes never left Katherine. "Do it!" She yelled to Katherine, seeing her standing still on her spot. "What's wrong with you? Why are you so mad at her?" Kook is wondering why her cold demeanor was only set in when she saw Katherine. Would that had something to do with Cayne and Katherine? A love triangle perhaps? "You'll see," Jilly replied and followed Katherine to her bathroom where she said he currently is. As Jilly reached the bathroom, she saw his body started to move in an attempt to gain consciousness. But, Jilly moved forward and put her foot on top of his face. His side face crushed between the floor and her stiletto.

Killian confessed, his voice heavy with guilt and remorse. The Elderly struggled to conceal his astonishment, for he had always believed that the King detested violence and abhorred the infliction of harm upon others. It had never crossed his mind that the young monarch could stoop to hurting someone over something as trivial as holding a picture. "Did you harm her?" the Elderly inquired, seeking confirmation. Killian hesitated, his voice trembling as he replied, "I don't know. All I remember is throwing her to the ground, spewing hurtful words, and leaving her unconscious. Fear enveloped me, afraid of the potential harm I could inflict when my emotions become overwhelming once more."

“You’re spinning what happened to make me look like some hero. But I’m not.” “You’re my hero.” “I’m a fucking killer. A bloodthirsty maniac, Atalanta. Don’t you see? I’m just as bad as that doctor. Do you know I tortured him before I killed him? Do you know that I enjoyed it? I’m not a good guy.”

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

Orion raises his voice. Anders picks his tumbler and knocks back the rest of the content. He grimaces swallowing down. He's beginning to feel the alcohol in his system. He's gone past limits today. He clears his throat before he responds. “For one, Hector is an arrogant pr!ck. He has neither pity nor remorse… And he's going about playing a villain attacking people in the streets.” His mind travels to Electra. Her twisted unconscious body, the small bleeding gash on her head and the instant fear that had clawed his heart when he thought something terrible had happened to her.