Novel & Cerita Idol Killer

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

Cereal_killer OH, HEY THERE, MY IDOL. Quinn_beach WHAT? LMAO. Cereal_killer ANY GIRL WHO CAN SLAP A ROYAL IN FRONT OF A GATHERING, IS AUTOMATICALLY MY IDOL. The_real_prince_charming OH, THERE'S NOT JUST CHARLES, HAVE YOU GUYS HEARD ABOUT WHAT QUINN DID TO THE GUY WHO...WAIT, WHAT WAS HIS NAME? Not_annabelle (Anna) GUYS, I THINK YOU SHOULD STOP... Cereal_killer

"That dude never once popped a single boner or got the least bit frisky, no matter what lunar phase it was. Hell, he never even looked twice at a woman, except for that white lotus chick." Killian's lips curled into a lecherous smirk as he gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "Of course, that was before he finally met my lovely sister-in-law and she rocked his whole world. She got that repressed ice king's engine revving like nobody's business." A deep chuckle rumbled from his barrel chest. "You should have seen the poor bastard desperately trying to cool himself down with cold baths and showers because he just couldn't get enough of my idol's sweet--"

She cried as she asked, "What was Ivy's final message? Why did your mother kill herself after reading it?" David stayed quiet. He finished his last drag of a cigarette. He looked like he'd aged decades. "Stop asking. From now on, pretend this never happened, and no one is allowed to mention Ivy." Linda had nearly run out of tears to cry. Her voice was hoarse, yet she questioned him again. "Ivy was my daughter, too! Am I not allowed to know what she left behind? "David, if you act like this, Ivy will hate you!"

It clipped my forearm, the lid bursting open to scatter gold chains, rings, and trinkets across the dark Persian carpet. "You kidnapped me, you locked me in a fucking cell for days, you locked me in this stupid estate, and you expect me to sit across from you every night and pretend that this prison some sort of safe haven?!! YOU ARE A SICK BASTARD!” "I am keeping you alive!" I roared back, my voice completely shaking. “Then kill me!!! That was the deal right? I either be your human doll or you kill me? Then fucking kill me!!!” My head was starting to spin.

I don’t look over my shoulder and just keep looking at the dessert, knowing somehow he wouldn’t want me to see him like this. After a couple of harsh breaths, Killer continues with a cold voice, probably trying to detach himself from the memories as much as possible. “Ten fucking man for just one woman who couldn’t even defend herself. My mom was a small woman, same height as you. She made up for it with her character but that obviously wouldn’t work on them. They tortured her for hours, raped her and dismembered her body. In our own fucking house, leaving her body parts scattered around the house like a scavenger-hunt for my dad to find. I never left my room and they somehow never looked fo

she told him looking worried “Hey, your brother mentioned something about your limited knowledge about this place, how long have you been here?” “About a year or more, I can’t tell anymore" she looked him straight in the eyes “it wasn’t easy getting to this place". “I ......-" he waited for a customer to pass by before he continued in a lowered voice “I wanted to know, that first guy we killed-" “You mean YOU killed" she cut him off “Ok" he sighed “the one I killed, he called me something, he called me Jhin I think, is that my name or is that even a name”

I said. “Oh, that's where you are wrong, I know you. You don't know me. Besides…If you want to say no, that's up to you" He said with a bit of harshness, Ouch. Wait… how does he know me? I started to think for awhile. If I say no, then I would be homeless. If I say yes, turns out he's a serial killer then I am dead. What am I thinking? He's not a serial killer!! But what will I tell Mark? He's my Boyfriend.

“Talk, Blaidd. Now.” He wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. He usually kept himself in control but he was all out of control, he was desperate to know why he’d woken up here, why his pack had been taken from their pack. None of it made sense. “Look. I can’t tell you everything because I don’t know it all. My dad’s a jerk, bitter about not being High Lykos. He’s got stupid ideals.” “Start making sense and spit it out,” Luca spat, his tongue lashing poison.

But the time I got there my clothes were soaked with blood and I took my shirt off, walking inside. I got off of my bed, going into my bathroom and turning the shower on. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my father staring back at me. He was a cold-blooded killer, incapable of loving anyone or anything. He made me kill my mother, the only good thing I had.