Idol Killer Novels & Stories

My bed space was quite comfy with my huge teddy bear right on the bed, and my pink and white bed sheets were well tucked into the bed. I took my AirPods and listened to "Waves" by Ella Kess. Ella was my favorite artist, Dad bought all her records and I derived joy from her lyrics. She died at the age of 79, old and happy, her lyrics forever live on. "You think the world doesn't need you, do you feel alone, get a better view that you are what the world needs, you're loved" I sang heartily. Ella Kess was my idol, her songs were interesting with a sweet melody and rhythm. If she was here, I would hug her tightly and let her know she is a lifesaver. I mumbled the lyrics and laughed, for some rea

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

Nangumandar na ang makina ng kotse ko ay agad akong nagpatugtog ako. "Its took..one look... In forever i yall in front of me. .. One smile...Then i die...Ther i was do i have everthing..think it out ...choice to show..still so much i knoww.Not away now...I take one step away..In difien may self to you my one in only..one in only youu..."

"Right. I said if you please me, but you didn't. So you broke that agreement first. Not me." "I bloody pleased you!" I yelled, unable to control my rage. "I did everything I could…” "Except telling me the goddamn truth, bitch!" He retorted aggressively, almost grabbing me, but I quickly moved back. Luckily, he didn't insist. He just adjusted on the bed but his gaze was slicing me up. "I'm not a fool, Killer. It's not possible that you magically got so good at deepthroating. You must have done it with someone else and I need to know who. I need a fucking name!"

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

Gideon lets out a heavy sigh before pressing a kiss against my forehead and hooking a finger under my chin so I’m forced to look him in the eyes. “The first time I scented you, it was like someone had hit me with a truck; you killed me right then and there. Every time I see you, I crumble so that all that's left is the shell of a male who is not worthy of someone so special.” My lips part in a small, silent gasp as Gideon forces me to keep looking him in the eyes. “I call you Killer because everytime I see you, you kill me.” That is not what I was expecting; it was actually kind of deep and a little sweet. I was expecting him to tell me something about the lives I’ve taken or the danger I ca

His eyes were full of regret and pleading. “Ella, I was truly insane back then. I thought that five million was the price you put on my life. I thought you wanted to kill me for money. I thought you knew it was Mark’s trap, but you still took the blame because you loved that rich kid. I was so jealous that I wanted to destroy you. That’s why I went to Sophia. I wanted you to feel what it is like to be betrayed by the one you love. I wanted you to regret it. But I never imagined that the truth would be like this.”

“I—what?” Elise exhaled. “The night your father was killed… you were supposed to be taken. Not saved.” Lucien’s breath hitched.......barely, but Ariella felt it. “Taken by who?” Ariella whispered. Elise wet her lips. “Someone who’s been hiding behind other names. Other families. Someone who doesn’t want anyone to know they exist.” A beat of silence. Then Elise spoke the words that sank like ice into Ariella’s bones: “Your father’s real killer… is the same person planning to finish what they started.”

“Knock him out yeah, not kill him.” He rests a hand on my shoulder, and although I immediately resent the feeling, I endure. “What if I told you I’ll let you live if you kill him? What if I told you that you don’t have to die because he’s so not worth it? All you have to do is kill him.” I move my shoulder so his hand falls off me. “I’m not a killer.” He smiles darkly and wipes at his jaw, “It’s not called being a killer, it’s called being smart, so what is it going to be? Are you going to be smart or stupid?”

He said, "I hate you, and I'll hate you more if you don't follow what you said." Terrance said this while ripping her skirt apart. Terrance opened his zipper. Chenny wanted to stop him because she didn't want to do this if there was no sentimental feeling, but a part of her wanted it badly since there was a chance for them to have children because Chenny knew she was fertile today. Terrance entered Chenny without any emotion on his face and said, "If this happened and you didn't leave me alone, I'll kill you."' A lot of girls might be scared because of what he said, but Chenny didn't flinch and found it hot, "That's it, destroy me, Terrance."