In Cold Blood Movie Novels & Stories

Acting purely on instinct, I reduce the volume to zero and click on the video. The next fifteen seconds are like a scene out of a horror movie. My eyes are frozen to the screen, my heart pounding at an alarming pace as I watch a blood-soaked, dying woman cry out in pain. Harsh memories crash into my befuddled brain, memories of the night I murdered Dorothy. She’s lying in our luxurious living room in the pool of her own blood, a dagger stuck to her chest as more crimson spurts from her ashy lips. The video finally comes to an end and I delete it immediately.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

“Then let’s call it negotiation.” They took him to an old warehouse near the docks. No chains, no cuffs, just the weight of armed eyes. In the center of the room was a desk that didn’t belong there, stacked with folders and one photograph—her face, frozen mid-snarl, fangs out, eyes burning: Silver. “She killed one of ours,” the man said. “Lieutenant Harker. Throat torn out, no cleanup, no witness control. You were seen in the same borough that night.”

Beneath the photos were two Medals of Honor placed side by side. "The army has been looking for you for many years," Bruno said softly. "The villager who took you in moved away back then, and the trail went cold. It wasn't until last year, when we were sorting through old archives, that we found a 'Vivian Tomlinson' from the orphanage whose age and blood type perfectly matched up." I stood in front of the photographs, raising my hand to gently touch the cool glass of the frame. "How did they… die?"

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast. My heart stops beating for a moment as I throw myself on his body, picking the murder weapon which is a Ceska pistol and throwing it beside him.. Placing my ear on his chest, I feel his faint heart beat and my face lits up. I try resuscitating him without minding the blood....that's when the unthinkable happens.. Sirens rent the warm afternoon wind! It was a set up! A damn fucking set up! It's already too late to redeem myself.

I'm riding in cloud nine with Sage sitting next to me. We're almost to our destination when her body language changes and she places her legs back on the floor Infront of her. She's ridged as she tries to sink as low as possible in her seat. "Are you ok?" I ask looking at her from the corner of my eye. Her face is pale and she looks as if she's about to throw up. "Sage what's wrong?" I ask again slowing down a bit. "Is there someone standing on the porch of the blue house with the white trim on the left?" She asks, her voice quiet. "If so did he see me?" Her voice barely audible as if she's afraid someone will hear her.

When she did I calmly said “Arthi! This is not your fault. Yeah I got hurt because you lied to me and we can’t ignore the fact that your lie is not the trigger to all these. So it’s ok and let’s just forget all this.” “Really?” she asked totally surprised. “Really!” I replied and smiled a little. She immediately came near me and hugged me. “My Bhai is stupid to not like you.” she said after releasing me. “Maybe I am not the one or him.” I said frowning. “Ok I am tired of listening about him. Can we watch some movie?” Nikki said looking at us. We both nodded and we three watched nearly five movies which are totally action and horror. At night I sat near the window frowning. Nikki and Arthi ju

I remember Melanie speaking softly with tears in her eyes. The next time I woke, I found myself tucked in my bed in Talon’s chambers. Clean clothes and not a trace of blood on my skin, I looked out the window to see it was almost sunset and everyone else were still outside, dragging the hunter’s bodies into a pile and carefully lining up our own that has died and the human’s side by side in front of the castle.

Damien Cole POV. The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air, laced with the faint metallic tang of blood. The operating room was cold and sterile, like everything else in my life lately. I stepped away from the surgical table, my limbs dragging with exhaustion. The heart transplant had been a success, but it had drained every last drop of energy from me. Six straight hours, every second spent dancing on the edge between life and death. That’s what I do to pull people back from the edge. Even when I’m the one hanging off it.