Hot Serial Killer Novels & Stories

My hands had caused a few in the last five years, but for Chief Ramirez, this was an alarming case. “People are already speculating about a serial killer on the loose,” Chief Ramirez said as Seth and I studied the case files. Chief Ramirez was in his late fifties, had clean-cut gray hair, and eyes that told me he’d seen more than what humans should. Seth had told me beforehand that Chief Ramirez knew about our kind. He’d been pretty helpful in keeping Seth’s pack safe in this city.

She open her mouth and take him between her lips. “Holy shit, He is fucking two girls at once!” one voice shouts. “Damn, he’s so fucking hot!” says another girl. “I can’t wait for my turn with him!” calls a third. The erotic thrill of being spit roasted combined with the sensations of two boobs in his mouth is enough to push him over the edge and trigger another orgasm. Number six scream around the dick in her mouth as thrust his dick inside Number five .At the same time, he pulls her hips backwards, impaling her on his shaft.

Zarion’s POV I found myself submerged in a terrifying haze. A realm where reality melded with the darkest corners of my mind. And in the depths of that distorted reality, I stood over a figure, my hands locked around her throat. A face flashed within my consciousness, etching itself into the fabric of my thoughts—a face belonging to a girl…a girl I once loved. Cassidy—her name’s Cassidy. As my grip tightened, a surge of inexplicable guilt rippled in my chest, rendering me unable to carry out the malevolent act that my instincts beckoned me to commit. I staggered backward, my chest heaving as my body protested against the violence that had threatened to consume me.

By hook or by crook. After an hour, Kiara was finally asleep and I sighed, seeing her sleeping calmly. That's when my phone rang. I saw the name of the caller, it was Milan. I picked up the call. "Yes, Milan?" I spoke. "Boss, I have got some information about Nandini," Milan replied. Finally! Something about Nandini. The girl who created this sudden chaos. "What?" I asked. "She is a serial killer with over eighteen brutal murders in a year," Milan informed.

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

"As soon as we wrap up some details here we're going to get you out of this building and do some bait and switch." Anya tried to concentrate while Dean went over details with Gus. He explained, among other things, that someone had already shopped for clothes and whatever other necessities they'd need. That everything was waiting for them at the safe house. But all she heard was a buzzing in her head, a result of the tension gripping her. Why had she ever accepted that first date with Virgil? She had been such a stupid, gullible small-town fool. She hadn't really been aware until the trial of just how little like a "good ol' boy" Virgil actually was. Rather he was a viciously evil entrepreneu

"At first, I wanted to stick a knife in your heart and open up your head with a hatchet." "My, my." He rested his hands on her shoulders. "I didn't realize you were so bloodthirsty." "You hurt me a lot, Josh. I could hardly believe you'd think what you did. But then Sophia explained to me you probably have to deal with people doing stuff like that all the time. That people are always chasing you to get the edge with you. I swear, until we looked you up on the Internet, I had no idea you were the Josh Nelson. I didn't even know there was a Josh Nelson or who you were."

All I got from watching Kurtis work was a sense that this is one sick motherfucker. The phone makes a clicking noise. "Is this Detective Street?" a gruff voice asks. "Speaking." "I've got a look-alike hit on the info you put in UCI." I sit up straighter and my adrenaline immediately picks up. "Five kills beginning three years ago. Twelve months from first to last and then they stopped. All prostitutes with their throats slit and multiple knife wounds to the torso." "I've got three now, one from early this morning. Did you have any witnesses?"

He explained. “I see….” Replied Azriel. “But then, how do you know he exists?” He handed her a booklet titled, “THE TRUTH ABOUT THE ANGEL OF DEATH “, and then showed her a video interview of Professor Allen Wake. In the video, the host told him she found out only a few weeks ago that there was a serial killer who called himself the Angel of Death, and had already brutally claimed the lives of about 45 people, and the police having a difficult time keeping up with him. She asked Allen if he thought the serial killer was who he was going to talk about in his conference.

Summer huffed and purposely looked over her friend's shoulder, the same eyes now questioning both me and my motives. "One goddamn drink isn't going to kill you." Melissa shook her head, planting her hands on her hips. "Go." She turned to face me. "You'll drive her home?" "Hold on now," Summer insisted. "I don't know this man. Just his pedigree. It means nothing. The best serial killers are closetedgood guys in sleek suits. I'm no fool. I've seen what their methods of torture could do."