I Am Not A Serial Killer Novels & Stories

I shrug my shoulders and try to say jokingly because I really don’t want to get on this guy’s bad side. Just then, I hear the sirens and then the cops pull up outside. He looks back at me and then says quickly, “Come on. Let’s go out the back. I was told not to make a scene if I could help it.” Following closely behind him, I agree because the last thing I need is another charge on my record. They already want me for so many murders it isn’t funny. Matter of fact, I think it is odd that I am considered a serial killer when I have never killed any human in my life that wasn’t a bad guy.

Ally shrugged taking in another cookie. "Did they catch the killer or at least find the murder weapon?" I asked, handing the phone back to Ally whilst a dark shiver darted down my spine. Why kill someone and with that much cruelty no less. "No, sadly he is still out there. The police don't want to classify him as a serial killer since it seems it was just a personal vendetta, but if he kills again…" Kathy trailed off shaking her head whilst leaving the sentence hanging. "They won't find him," Ally muttered, "and he will kill again," she added finishing her cookie.

I highly doubt my Serial Killer activities would be as successful if I were ugly… example; Paul John Knowles AKA The Casanova Killer Richard Ramirez AKA The Nightstalker Jeffrey Dahmer Fuck.. TED BUNDY!! Also known as one of the most attractive and charming Serial Killers in history... …Just goes to show, doesn’t it? And why shouldn’t I just throw myself into what I enjoy the most? The love of my life? Gone. My child? Gone, it was for the best but still… I don't even know where he is currently for his ‘’safety’’. Sure. It was just Peyton controlling and manipulating situations. AGAIN. If she wasn’t around, Luke would still be killing with me, and so would the others. I just knew all this bul

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

I pleaded. "Well that depends are you a serial killer and am I your next victim?" he asked, I wasn't even sure where to start. "A serial killer? Do I look like one?" I asked "Well you can never know, and you know the U.S. has the highest number of active serial killers so you can't be too careful." I thought "Well I'm not a serial killer please, why would someone want to kill you?" "Why do they kill any of their victims we never know" he replied

There were around twenty or more. “W-what do you take me for?” I raised my voice, refusing to believe that I have to kill again just to make a living. “Do you think I’m some sort of serial killer? A murdering machine who has no heart? Do you think that I’m merciless and a walking psychopath?” I consecutively questioned him. I crumpled the paper and then threw it directly at his face, which he elegantly avoided. I stood up from my seat, attempting to leave the place, but Austin spoke to prevent me from leaving.

But not even an inch he could move. "Please don't hurt anyone here. You can do anything to me" Annie shouted with her sobs. She just can't witness any other death in front of her eyes. Already recollecting her memories is the worst feeling and she is shivering to death as if her parents been murdered in front of her just now. Now seeing her hippo in the same condition made her heart bleed. "That's like a good girl. I am not an evil person you know? I will just kill you and rest can live peacefully" with that Kinshuk neared her with a gun while she shut close her eyes in horror. Nothing can save her now.

"This is someone sending a message, showing what they're capable of. It's not about the victim—it's about the audience." Gasps ripple through the small crowd. "Thank God it's not my vigilante then," a guy says nervously. "They're both murderers," I snap, frustrated. "One doesn't get a pass just because his methods are cleaner." The mood shifts immediately. Several people glare at me, clearly not appreciating my refusal to romanticize a serial killer. Before anyone can respond, I grab my bag and stand. "I'm leaving." I push through the library doors into the cool night air, my heart still racing from the conversation. Something about this murder feels wrong. The timing, the brutality, the—

It was an unknown number, so I rejected it, only for it to ring again. This time, I answered on speaker. “Hello, is this Miss Harper Grey? We’re calling from a TV program called Family Forever. Your mother contacted us and said you’ve been influenced to cut ties with your parents. We’d like to invite you onto our show to have a proper conversation with your family.” “I’m not going.” “Miss Grey, we’d like to help you reunite with your family–” “There’s no need for that.” With that, I hung up and couldn’t fall back asleep again after that.

I swallowed when I saw that the look staring at me darkened. What a d*mned handsome man he is! What an annoyance! I was unable to take my eyes off of his good looks. I stepped away from him while at the same time I was taking the frying pan that was hanging to use as a weapon in the event that he attacked me. "Don't. Don't. Don't." I gasped fiercely. Why am I getting a mental block?! I frantically shook my head to wake myself up from my trance. "Don't come near me!" Eventually, I came up with the words that I was going to say. I can't get over how attractive he is. What if he is not just a thief? What if he is a serial killer? There was a serial killer that was being reported on the news on