Hero Killer Victoria Mga Nobela at Kwento

“…….OVER FIFTY MANGLED BODIES WERE DISCOVERED DEAD IN AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE LOCATED IN TULLMERE. AUTHORITIES SUSPECT THAT THIS MAY NOT BE THE WORK OF A WILD ANIMAL, BUT A SERIAL KILLER INSTEAD. INVESTIGATIONS ARE STILL ONGOING….” Serial killer now huh? That was a relief. Victor’s hard work had paid off, and now he considered referring to his drinking escapes as a victory, not a way to drown out his soul. Victor exhaled slowly. The heat in his stomach wasn’t from the alcohol, not anymore at least. It was bitterness, burning its way out. He thought of Kyrien. Always Kyrien. All this time, He’d stayed by his side. And suddenly, some girl from nowhere sprung up and ruined everything.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?” He. They always assume I'm a man but whose to tell them that it's a woman killing multiple men and women. Pure sexism in the 21st century. As the saying goes ‘Some women fear the fire while some women simply become it’. I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist.

Her eyes were swollen, bloodshot, they were locked on me with such fury it nearly knocked me flat. Before I could speak, before I could plead, her hand cracked across my face. The slap echoed in the sterile air. My head jerked to the side, my skin burning. “You killed her,” she spat, her voice trembling with rage and despair. “You killed Elizabeth just to cover your stupid act.” My mouth fell open, words choking at the back of my throat. “What? No… no, Alina, I—” But she had already turned away, her body folding back into Dante’s arms as if I no longer existed.

On the city wall, there were still more than a dozen Hidden Dragons experts. However, none of them dared to move, and Victoria did not even spare these ants a glance. "Riker, you cowardly scum, how dare you touch Andrew!" Victoria's expression was calm, showing neither joy nor sorrow. "Time to die!" With a surge of force from her hand, Riker's neck snapped as if crushed by a ton of steel. Then, she hurled him from the wall with brutal force.

He could become addicted to this woman. Shaking his head he said, "No sharp objects. I'll keep that in mind." Victoria rubbed the back of her neck bashfully. "Good idea." "So, what else have you learned about my kind?" he asked. At first he'd been nervous and slightly pissed that she'd been trying to figure out what he was. Now he was more curious on what her reaction would be. What will she do when she learns I'm no better than a mindless killer? Victoria thought for a moment before saying, "Well, I've narrowed it down to either a death demon or a berserker."

He couldn't believe that the wife he hated so much is the one he is in love with again, if only he never made that mistake of chasing her out, if only he helped her scale through her worst times with encouragement and love, Frank regretted, tears gathering up, he blinked back and tried to comport himself. Derrick paced up and down his sitting room, thinking of how to find Victoria, he knew she was kidnapped by an enemy but he hadn't figured out who among his numerous enemies. Only if he told her about his real identity and who he really was, she would have been a lot more careful. She wasn't going to accept him for who he really is, he knows. Victoria is a lot more gentle and sweet for an un

"Because you were going to kill me." "I wasn't going to kill you," Rookie replied. "I was following orders. Victoria wanted you alive." "Then why the gun to my head?" I challenged. "Theater," Victoria said. "To force Ghost's hand. To make him choose. Kill his brother or watch his woman die. I wanted to see what kind of man he really is." "And?" I asked. "He's ruthless," Victoria said. "He shot an innocent girl to save you. That tells me everything I need to know."

Helicopters circled like vultures. And then her. Victoria. She stepped out of the shadows with the kind of calm only devils wore. Red lips curved into a smile, her hair unruffled despite the chaos. And in her hand, a gun gleamed silver under the city lights. “Hello, Ava,” she purred. Her voice slid across the rooftop like poisoned silk. “I was hoping it would end this way.” Time stilled. My chest constricted. Victoria didn’t look at me. Not once. Her eyes were locked on Ava, hunger and hate woven together, a predator finally circling its prey.

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.

Again, Prestige interrupted her, “as I said your band of vigilantes will get full immunity. But Vicktor was not a vigilante when he killed the Heeler. As he killed a serial killer and that too on orders of Tikhon, his punishment will be less.” “But…” snapped Renata. And this time Vicktor interrupted, “she is right. I killed Heeler, I should face punishment for that.” “Have you guys lost your mind?” yelled Renata. “Miss Zyanya!” Seth interrupted. “Listen to them. Listen to what they are saying. You are getting immunity and Vicktor will be out in about 4-6 months. He rid the world of a serial contract killer. We should be thanking him. But murder is murder. If he says that he killed the Heeler