Humpty Dumpty Killer Novels & Stories

Desperately grabbing fistfuls of air, she screamed hysterically, "Don't go, Mother! Don't leave me. I've been searching for you for so long, and I never even got to say a single word to you. "You're the one who killed my mother, you wicked vixen!" She staggered toward Jillian, who wasn't afraid of her at all. It was just as easy for her to kill a little girl as it was to crush an ant. Jillian was just about to kill Ivory with a spell when Gareth stopped her. With a single strike, he sent Jillian crashing into the wall behind her. Blood trickled down the corner of her lips. "Do you, of all people, not believe me, Gareth?" Jillian screamed while clutching her chest.

The little girl wasn't responding to the doctor's stimuli. "She... she's dead," I heard Dr. Afonsos mutter, his voice filled with fear. Alpha fell to his knees beside the bed, the pain and sadness on his face. I was scared, I didn't know how it had happened. It was at that moment that Katy, holding little Helen in her arms, looked at me with hatred mixed with rage and shouted: she did it! she killed my daughter! Eleanor Parker is the killer!" Katy uttered those words in a daze and everyone, including Alpha, automatically looked at me at that moment.

I didn't think I'd ever cared this much about my life, but getting brutally murdered in a psychopath's home that I may have or may have not willingly walked into wasn't exactly a prideful way to die. Bam! A wack came to the top of the table, and I swallowed my heart and everything else that functioned inside of me. I could see his legs from the little space where I was crouched. He was so close to me. That was how I knew it was his fist he slammed against the table so hard. "This is…not happening!" His voice rang through the walls of the quiet room. "No, not again! This is not happening again!" Another hit followed, and the table shook like it was going to crumble.

pleaded another servant. "Is the hole really that dangerous?" I questioned, and they all nodded with tears still streaming down their faces. "The hole is incredibly deep and seemingly bottomless, Your Highness. But that's not all. When one of us attempted to enter it ... They never come back!" The cries of those who had just suffered losses once again filled the first floor of my palace. The person who dared to enter the black hole turned out to be Yosse, a gardener who had recently returned from his village.

After giving everything to the police they needed and the body was taken away, they left the house, knowing they’d never come back. The three got back to their clearing, Michael appeared in shock as Alissa and Luca gently guided him to the house. Alissa went to find the others to explain what happened while Luca supported Michael to get to a shower and a change of clothes. Alissa found Jack cradling Peta in the games room. “He’s so cute!” Jack exclaimed quietly as he bounced the blanketed bundle. Alissa chuckled humourlessly, “Kimberly’s been killed,” she mumbled. Jack looked up in shock. “I found her, she’s been stabbed.” “What do you mean?”

He fell to the ground, dead and his blood was all over Nirvana as she walked over to Desmond in tears "You did well. Now I can die peacefully" Desmond said with a smile and with that, he inhaled deeply which was his last breath "Desmond? " Nirvana shook his body. "No!!, I lost Jasmine I can't loose you too, I can't" "Stand up pls!!, Pls Desmond" she cried out. She glance at Kono who was struggling to breathe and anger built in her "You bastard.. you should just rot in hell" she screamed and walk over to where he was lying on the ground. She picked up the dagger and started stabbing him with all the anger she was feeling that moment. She kept stabbing and kicking him even after he was already

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”

“Ella, I know you hate me. That’s fine. I have plenty of time to make it up to you. I’ve already had your mother buried in the most luxurious cemetery in New Yorke—” “Andrew.” I stopped him. “Do you think that murderers mourning their victims are touching?” Andrew’s hand shook violently. The documents slipped from his grip and scattered across the floor.

"Page 18, word 15." I turned over to page 18 and mentally counted the number in my head. There were five heads all crowded together to get a glance at the last word. The last term and the clue would be solved, we would know who the murderer is, the drug dealer, the one who may or may not have burned my father, the one who created havoc in our lives. "Butler." I breathed out. Everyone took a step back, eyebrows furrowing. "The killer is a am butler?" Liam asked confusedly. "That doesn't make any sense."

Ever since I was little, I knew my mom didn't want me. My dad, though, kept telling me that she loved me, but some complicated stuff was keeping her away. He said that once I grew up, I needed to find her and claim my place in her life. I always figured he was just making things up so I wouldn't grow up resentful of the motherly love I never had. Then the debt piled up. Dad was scrolling through TikTok, looking for any way to drum up sympathy online, when he suddenly let out a wild yell. "Scrappy! Look, it’s your mom! Pack your stuff, we’re going to find her!" I stared at the screen. The woman in the video was stunning, effortlessly poised, and dripping in old-money elegance. A cold pi