Hot Serial Killer นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I explained, retrieving my pass card to enter the facility. "Then, he is a careful psychopath." Conrad stops at his track, showing me the case files in his hands, "Trust me, Dr. Kang, we are into a very grueling case. You got to be ready this is a high-profile serial killer proceeding." The sixth sense emerged from her cuts-off fourth finger on the left-hand side. This is much more sinister than a normal homicide investigation. A lunatic killer is roaming among the citizens in this urban town! "You got to be serious, Detective Conrad."

After I dried off, I picked at the lunch—some kind of fancy grilled chicken salad—and turned on the TV to distract myself. I ended up scrolling until I hit a crime documentary called The Predator’s Charm. It was about this serial killer from the nineties who targeted young, vulnerable women. He was handsome, rich, and sophisticated. He’d sweep these girls off their feet, make them feel like they were the center of his universe, and then—the second they got comfortable or he got bored—he’d kill them.

She was trying so hard not to explode. 💥CYNTHIA💥 I am not just Cynthia Christina Devale, I am Tiberius Paschal, the deadliest man, drug dealer and serial killer. I am the owner of the most notorious group here in the US. The real Tiberius Paschal and I met by accident and from then he picked a selfish interest in me. He wanted me to satisfy his lustful desires and all I could do was to give in. When it comes to evil, I'm no fool in the game, I might be as the devil himself.

"Who reported us? That was my daughter. I would never have harmed her!" The officer replied, "Someone submitted video evidence showing the two of you placing multiple sleeping pills in Queenie's milk bottle, which ultimately led to her death." Her voice rose and she said frantically, "No, that's impossible! Was it Xavier? He's lying! He just wants to ruin my wedding!" I rose from my seat, holding up a USB drive. "Queenie, we should let everyone and the police decide whether it's a lie or not. I'm here to show everyone exactly how you killed Queenie."

Dr Edward Wolfe’s pov~ Three years ago, I did the unthinkable: I killed my best friend and closest ally out of anger. FLASHBACK TO THREE YEARS AGO>>>>>> I have to hide who I am to find the one woman who can set me free from myself. My name is Luca Moretti. a professional serial killer for the Serrano Pact Mafia. I come from a very long line of twisted men who have risked it all for everything they want. Even the taste of a woman who belonged to a dangerous man.

"So, what's going on here?" The officer glanced around before answering. "Well, this one's weird. Red thread tied around her index finger. Victim's hands were arranged in a strange position, like she was pointing at something." He shook his head, a shadow crossing his face. "Haven't seen that in years." "Years?" Ian's interest spiked. "Yeah. Cases with similar details popped up back in 2023. Must've been dormant till now. Looks like we're dealing with a serial killer. Don't tell anyone I told you that," the officer whispered.

Maybe River is right and she should study something. “We’ll get Spade and Snake to check the files and find out who fits which role, maybe check the dead soldiers and women too,” Killer suggests as he taps his index finger on his thigh. “And who has beef with a Satan Sniper, I’m startin’ to think they calling us out, these murders have been centralized to Kanla. The only ones involved in the military and government is us, towns already been through enough with the last shit storm.” “More like fuckin’ screaming, thought the same thing which is why I have Venus and Mercy keeping tabs on River,” Killer informs us and also shows why he is the best fuckin’ National Vice President.

According to the stories surrounding the killer, he would stab his victims in the heart before cutting into their inner thighs. He was supposedly obsessed with finding out whether intense pain from a fatal chest wound would dull a person's ability to feel pain elsewhere. The inner thigh, after all, was one of the most sensitive areas of the human body. I had to call the police. The viewers in the livestream were flooding the chat with the same demand. “Call the police.” Then the killer did something even more horrifying. He began molesting the dead woman. With one hand, he yanked up her skirt.

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I haven't been giving him my full attention. "You might have heard of the kid serial killer, Harriet-Manners Nicholai." I answered and his eyes widened in recognition and fear. What did you think of this chapter?