I Am Not A Serial Killer Novels & Stories

“Sorry sir, but we were meant to tell you this. But it looks like you don't want to be bothered, sorry sir!" "Unlucky!" I stared at the camera flashes that were glaring at me. Some of them were also asking some questions that didn't interest me at all. But of all the questions, there was one that caught everyone's attention. "Sir! Is it true, it was you who killed Mr. Frans?”

“Honestly, what we did was one of my favorite extra-curricular activities. Do you know how many human female bodies I have fucked, killed and buried?” “That’s not really something to brag about. In fact, it kind of makes you a serial killer, you fucking creeper.” “Oh, I’m a killer all right. But serial? Mmmm…” he lets it hang as he thinks it over, “I’ve never really thought about it, but I guess you’re right. I would qualify as a serial killer to the humans. In the shifter world, I just haven’t been recognized to the position I deserve, so I take what I need to get there.” He takes a long drag on his cigarette as his eyes glimmer; I’m sure he’s thinking of himself as someone important.

“You used to be a butcher. Now that I know what you do, it’s weird to me. Why did you choose that profession?” He shrugged. “It’s closer to what I actually do. If someone ever saw something suspicious in my car or elsewhere, say a bloody axe, I’d have an explanation. People wouldn’t think that I’m a serial killer or something.” “Technically, you are,” she said. “It’s just that you kill werewolves.”

The bath turns blood red. "I won't pretend like I know you but I'm sure you're not a serial killer. What happened? He hit on you?" I bit my lower lip. Well yeah, of course I didn't lure him to his own car just to stab him to death but I didn't want to tell him. I wasn't embarrassed. I don't know, maybe I was. It was just an uncomfortable feeling that made me want to cry. If I talk about it, I would sound like a victim which is something I do not want. That guy was the victim, not me. I would rather not say anything at all if that was the case.

It was as if I lost myself in him, his gaze brought me peace, and that I would never deny. 一 Now it's my turn 一 He woke me up from the trance and put his last scoop of ice cream in his mouth, how had he finished everything so fast? 一 What is the real college you want to do? 一 I wanted to try psychiatry 一 I was honest, I was never interested in business or law, my dream was always to be a psychiatrist. 一 This is good and new to me, but why? 一 I wanted to understand how the human mind works, it's curious to me.

he asked and I raised my hand to give him a 'wait' sign. I drank water to push my food inside. "How can you say that so casually?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I saw how his madness worked so many times that it became normal to me." What the fudge? How many people have already been killed? Like, I can't believe that the man who is silent was 'that' dangerous. Grr. "Is he a se–" "He's not a serial killer nor a psychopath. It's different when you kill someone because of madness." He cut off my words like he had already read what was on my mind.

“I just don’t want you alone tonight.” She studied me for a long moment. “You’re either genuinely kind or a serial killer.” “Definitely the first one.” “That’s what a serial killer would say.” Despite everything, I grinned. “Fair point. But Jack here has known me since I was a kid. Jack—am I a serial killer?” “Nope,” Jack called from the bar. “See? Certified non-murderer.” I waited. “What do you say?” She took a deep breath. “Okay. But if you try anything—”

"A cadaver has been found! Someone is dead! Someone is dead!" Fudge? Many people became even more perplexed. I became engrossed in my senses as I attempted to calm myself down. We're robbers, not killers. I know we're awful people because we're thieves, but we can't do anything more than stealing. We will never be able to kill, however. We are not assassins. I am not a serial killer. Laura exclaimed, "V-Verulia!" as I let go of her hands for a little second.

She was supposed to be crying and begging him to let them go, but instead, she was acting as though she was better than him. "You're not the worst serial killer they've ever seen. You're the stupidest. You put your videos out there for everyone to see without trying to hide your identity. Who does that? Good serial killers are never caught. You can't even walk down the street without a mask. What kind of life is that? You're a pathetic loser that is too dumb to know when you've been had." Natalia smirked at him as Jon stood up, looking down at her with rage in his eyes. He laid the knife on the table and picked up the gun.

I responded back. We watched TV while l was laying on mum's lap for some good minutes. We later went to sleep. Laying in my bed, l couldn't sleep. Mum had requested me to sleep with her but l declined the request. I don't want to run away from my problems. Besides am not in anyway going to accept that am that beast. I know it's useless to deny who exactly you are but l have nothing to do. A werewolf! I do l have to be that! Will have to drink people's blood by tearing them just like those beasts l saw. Or kill people like that innocent boy the police found dead on the road to my school. Just the thought of having someone's blood on me makes want to puke. Then how am l supposed to accept that