Homicidal Liu Novels & Stories

“Violet, you were the last person who called my father before he was kidnapped.” The sudden accusation stunned Violet, and she looked at Henry for help. “That’s enough!” With a dark expression, Henry shielded Violet and rebuked me, saying, “Luna, stop kicking up a fuss here. The murderer has been executed, and the judgment bears the court’s official seal. If you really want to blame someone for this, blame your father for being unlucky.” I teared up and stormed forward. “My father spent months in the lab researching the cure to treat your legs. Don’t you have a conscience?!”

"This is all your fault! I lost money, and I ended up in jail because of you! Liam, give me back the past six months of my life!" Liam sneered and retorted, "Don't act like the victim here. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this mess. Have some shame!" Erica was completely enraged by his words. Her eyes darkened, and her chest heaved with fury. In a blind surge of anger, she rushed back to her car, slammed on the accelerator, and drove straight at Liam. He was thrown to the ground, lying in a pool of blood, while Erica's car careened out of control into the roadside barrier. She was immediately arrested by the police on the spot.

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

No, it couldn’t be. I turned, heart in my throat, and got a better look at the man who had fired the gun. Tall. Powerful. Cold. My blood chilled. Alpha Vladimir. The ruthless leader of the Mancini Pack. The nightmare parents used to frighten their pups. He looked at me with disgust, as though I were something filthy clinging to the bottom of his boot. My knees gave out, and I dropped to the ground. "Please," I begged, voice trembling. "Don’t hurt us. We’ve done nothing."

Zoe rises from her perch, walks over to a bag strewn near the doorway and removes several large binders. Walking back to the sofa, she removes everything from the coffee table, opens the binder, and empties its contents across the table’s barren surface. Everyone slips forward in their seats and looks down at the pictures and files strewn across the table. She lifts an old black and white picture and holds it up for us to see. “In one of my previous lives, I worked at a fabric factory. On the same night that Lucifer murdered me, a fire started in the factory and killed five women. One of them was Lana.”

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

That terrible smile. "Fine." He looked at the phone. Liam's camera. The red light blinking. "My name is Charles Sterling. I am a killer. I have killed eleven people. Including Robert Harper. Including Margaret's brother. Including everyone who ever stood in my way." "Why?" "Because I could. Because I wanted to. Because no one ever told me no." He looked at me. His eyes were empty. "Your mother told me no. And I destroyed her for it." I held out the vial.

I commented and he gave a half-hearted laugh. “I was what they called an enforcer for an organization named La Hermandad De La Piedra Roja. They were part vigilante, but mostly a crime syndicate. I was the one they used to influence people to cooperate, and I was good at it. I was too good at it; people spoke my name in hushed whispers because no one wanted to come up against Desalmado. Back then, my specialty was Lingchi, and I could prolong a person’s torture to the point that they either died or they broke mentally. At first, it was just roughing people up, and then it progressed to breaking bones, removing fingers or finger nails, then I learned of Lingchi and finely honed that skill. I

Stronger, because them thinking with no reasons makes them deadlier than any trained mafia man around. Shaking my head, I decided against it. I knew that Ian would be roaming around the building, gloating. Maybe watching the cameras and the ongoing riots with a smirk on his face, Lilian would either be checking on the contestants, listening to them snap, or threaten her, or in the arms of a man who killed her son. The fact that she was able to remain patient enough not to kill the man, to know that he hurt and killed her son amazed me.

Li Zheng instructed when he saw Luo Jingli. "Yes sir." "What should I do… He…he didn’t find out?" A thousand thoughts raced through Luo Jingli’s head as he stared blankly at the blood stains on the quilt for a while, before hurrying to clean up the room. -------------------------------------------------- Author’s notes: J: F*ing hell. I hate non con and people with many partners in bed. What’s worse is that he probably doesn't even wear a condom with them, does he?! He’s such a scumbag! (giving rise to the title of this novel, it’s our thoughts towards him, he’s so scum!)