His Killer Fan Cast Novels & Stories

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.

None of them had gotten it right. The real thing standing in my doorway, catching the light from my hall lamp was something else entirely. It was not costume. It was not theater. It was a specific, intentional, centuries-old object, and it was being worn by a man who had chosen it the way a man chooses a signature. The Verdict Killer was standing in my living room. I want to be precise about what that meant. Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this case is straightforward." He began pacing slowly. "The defendant had both motive and opportunity. She was actively searching for the deceased on the night of his death. She was the last known family member attempting to locate him and it is well known that she ran away from her home at an early age." He looked towards my direction. "And before the end of this trial, we shall prove beyond reasonable doubt that Dr. Karma Kuntz murdered her father." He returned to his seat. "The State calls Mr. Viktor Schneider." A middle-aged man in an expensive charcoal suit approached the witness stand. He took the oath before sitting.

Let's focus on the problem at hand. Keira took a moment, watched them all look to her. Keira: Are you sure about your intel? Kate: Calvin Hunter was our killer. It stands to reason— Keira: I can't take it stands to reason to The Table's Assembly, especially after what happened in Venatores. Get me something by The Table's Assembly before we lose another damn Seat Number 12.

"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.

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

Regan: "[Thinking face emoji]. Vaguely remember, @Cole, didn't you ask me whether you could report Caroline for being a stalker fan, invading your privacy, and put a restraining order on her?" Brian: "Top celebrity Sebastian kissing his stalker fan in a scene. That news is guaranteed to be trending tomorrow! [Laughing hysterically]" Sebastian: "Stop talking nonsense. She's not a stalker fan. It's a misunderstanding." Sebastian: "Besides, it's just acting. I have professional ethics. I can't just use doubles every time!" Killian: "True. Cole's dedication to his craft is commendable. He even gave Caroline special kissing training off-set."

she laughed “Well hard luck you don't prefer old men. Look Dora, if you keep me alive, I could be very useful to you. I know after what your father did you are really angry with him but can't get revenge on him because he is the Don and also he is your father so let me help you” Karan tried to convince her, Dora was thoughtful for a while, he was right “How can you possibly help me Karan?, Just Incase you didn't notice, I killed everyone except you, not because you are special but because you are the one that treated me the most cruel now tell me why I shouldn't just kill you” she said looking at him

The killer’s identity is currently unknown, though authorities insist they have several leads that they are following. Bull. Shit. They had ‘several leads’ on the Preying Mantis case, also, but none of them went by the name of Sarah Killian. They just always have to say that they have several leads, so that it looks like they are in control of the situation. Also, I suspect they hope it will make the killer nervous, so he’ll make a stupid mistake. I suppose that kind of tactic works on a lot of serial killers, but not the kind who end up working for THEM—which is why, I guess, there’s only thirteen of us.

He was going to kill our Mate, and he would pay with his life. Killian's eyes widened as he saw me charging forward in hospital scrubs. If we weren't in the middle of a war, I would've laughed at how silly I must've looked. The Hunter raised his gun and aimed it at my chest. I could see when the first shot left the Hunter's gun, and I could hear it as it whizzed by my ear. Killian snarled and worked even harder to kill the four rogues that attacked him, his eyes focused on me.