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.

I sat at the bar, nursing my third whiskey, the ice clinking every time I swirled the glass. The place was loud but I barely heard it. I raked my fingers through my hair and pulled out my phone again, thumb scrolling through the trending tab even though I knew I shouldn’t. Every headline was about us. “Hazel Montgomery and Alan’s Sex Tape Scandal Rocks Billionaire Family.” “CEO Caught on Camera in Kinky BDSM Room – Company in Chaos.” I leaned forward, elbows on the sticky bar, and kept scrolling.

Just thirty minutes ago, a devastatingly handsome man looked like he wanted me more than anything. Then that same man threw me away. God. I growled inwardly. I had been so close to getting Eiser to let his guard down. Just a little longer, and I could have started digging for information about where he kept the evidence of all his crimes. I was also convinced he was behind the string of serial killings that had dominated the news lately. Every victim had one thing in common—they were all connected to Eiser. There was the city's biggest drug kingpin, found dead inside his own laboratory. Then came the cross-border illegal arms supplier, whose body had been discovered most recently.

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.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

"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."