I Am Not A Serial Killer Novels & Stories

I cracked a smile, one that I wasn't sure I was even capable of till now. "Well, I didn't ask you to come so I don't think I could be the serial killer here. Maybe you? But definitely not me and how many serial killers did you know in your life time? You should thank me for been in your life right now. I'm a a celebrity in more ways than one" I ended it in a sad note, it wasn't intended as such but it just happened and there want a thing that I could do about it.

That man was none other than Q. But what really made my blood run cold was the fact that I had been targeted years in advance, all in preparation for the murder of a woman later on. The problem was, I didn't know Q at all. "What's in the diary?" Amber asked, her eyes fixed on my pale face. "Nothing much. Someone named Q came up, but I'm not sure if it's the same man who coerced Isla." "Could he have coerced Kaylee as well?" I shook my head. "No. He's spent years manipulating her into becoming a murderer."

She replied. Huh? She sounded so sure about who was texting her. And, did she just call me cute? I blushed a little, then got serious again as if she could see my face from here. "Cute? I am not cute. Sexy, hot, and handsome? Absolutely, yes. But definitely not cute. And are you saying someone "cute" can't be a serial killer?" I asked. "You are not one. If you were, you are one hot serial killer. A nice way to catch your victims." She replied.

He can’t be good to someone he just knew not minding the other he met a bit longer already. I opened the television after finding a comfortable position. My face is all over the news. It’s no longer new. Now I am labelled as a serial killer with the same style of murdering people. Shaira loves stabbing no matter if she uses other weapons too. Dropping my body on the soft couch, I turned it off again. I hate the way, they describe me. The day ended like always. I’m all alone in the house since Zeke is at work. I have a small kitchen here where I can cook so I have no problem. The fridge is full too. When he got home he knocked on the door as a signal he is there.

she asked no one in particular as she placed one of her hands on her cheeks pacing the room like she was investigating a case. “What kind of business are you into?” She asked. “How exactly did you pull in your wealth, what business deal did you have with that woman that is making her expose you?” Questions pulled out of her mouth but no answers to any of them. “So indeed, you’re a serial killer Christian, ripping people’s organs and selling them is how you pull your billions…. Wow I’m impressed” she clicked her teeth together. She turned around and locked her door as she moved towards her bed side pulling a bag from under it. It was a full investigation kit, papers old and new from the very

We both were standing at the entrance door and a passer by looked at me. "Come on, Ashley! Open your eyes. He is not Nick Melberg. He is Chris Melberg, a lone Alpha werewolf who is suffering from PTSD. Nick Melberg is just an alter ego of him. He was never a real person". Her words echoed in the deep of my mind. "He was never a real person".

“It’s better to think of you as a junkie than a pyromaniac killer.” My father finally speaks up. “Kate, do you really think our daughter could become a serial killer? She’s too lazy to follow someone, find the right moment, make sure there are no witnesses, be careful not to leave fingerprints, kill them, and then hide the body. At most, she could try to exorcise them.” I have tears in my eyes. I’m genuinely touched by how well my father knows me. I go over to him and hug him. “Dad, you’re the only man who ever understood me. You’re my favorite parent.”

He says and I tuck my lips in and listen to him keenly. “I am what people call a serial killer.” He rolls his eyes as he says this, as if it’s not a big deal. “I am wanted in South Africa for killing my first wife.” He says and I choke on my spit.

By Eĺ ĺa ALEX P.O.V The knock continued on the door for the umpteenth time but I can't get to it, cause. There I was lying on my own pool of blood with a knife stuck in my lower abdomen. No one try to kill me. Yeah I try to, no.... am taking my own life cause I can't bear the burdens and sorrowful life. Maybe dying will put an end to my loveless life and life full with betrayals.

Sa katunayan, hinde. Nauna na siyang mag sandok ng kanin kahit tinatanong ko pa ito. Napa isip tuloy ako kung paano kaya siya pinalaki ng kanyang mga magulang. Kung bakit siya naging isang serial killer. Sumandok na din ako, kita ko kung gaano siya katakaw kumain. Hindi ko talaga alam kung serial killer ba talaga siya.