Novel & Cerita J The Killer

He is now looking at me the same way as everyone else out there is. "Hey, me you come for but not her," Jade says stepping in front of me. "Oh come on, I'm just doing my job," he says. "What is it you really want to ask me?" I ask moving Jade aside. "Are you sure you don't know who the killer is?" He asks immediately. "You clearly have been thinking about that for some time," I say in disbelief. "Oh, come on. It's not like that." "The next quetion you'll ask me is I am the killer," I say sarcastically.

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”

Behind those timid and innocent looks, was a ruthless and stealthy assassin who executed her missions to perfection and no one had been able to find the mysterious killer till date of all her assigned victims. “No sweetie. Daddy does not want to lie in bed with a stomach ache for weeks,” Alpha Zarek cooed gently, making all of us laugh. “Dad, guess who found his mate !” Jax exclaimed in excitement. “Is Ty your mate, Jax ?” Alpha Valen asked blankly. “No but I don’t mind if Kai wants to share him with me till I find my mate,” Jax smugged.

Leo and Jacob sat side-by-side in the private screening room, the screen flickering to life. Surveillance footage. Date stamped last night. A warehouse. A man with a limp. A scar down the jaw. Gabriel. Alive. Walking. And speaking to someone offscreen. Then he turned directly to the camera. "Hello, Leo. Miss me?" The screen went black. Leo stood up slowly. Jacob grabbed his wrist. “What are you going to do?” Leo’s eyes were ice. “Find him. And kill him. Again.” But as Leo walked out, Jacob noticed something.

The world outside blurred into a hazy, unrecognizable mess as the reality of what I had just witnessed seeped into my consciousness. Marcus. His name reverberated in my mind, a haunting whisper from the past, dredging up memories I had buried deep. I hadn’t seen him in ten years, and I had never wanted to see him again. Yet, there he was, a ghost made flesh, a murderer and a monster who had turned my world upside down. His voice—oh, that voice—had once been my comfort, a lullaby that soothed the chaos of life. But now, it was a cruel reminder of betrayal, of the lies I had unwittingly testified to, leading to my downfall. I was found guilty of a crime I had never even conceived of committing

Desperately grabbing fistfuls of air, she screamed hysterically, "Don't go, Mother! Don't leave me. I've been searching for you for so long, and I never even got to say a single word to you. "You're the one who killed my mother, you wicked vixen!" She staggered toward Jillian, who wasn't afraid of her at all. It was just as easy for her to kill a little girl as it was to crush an ant. Jillian was just about to kill Ivory with a spell when Gareth stopped her. With a single strike, he sent Jillian crashing into the wall behind her. Blood trickled down the corner of her lips. "Do you, of all people, not believe me, Gareth?" Jillian screamed while clutching her chest.

"This is the first wave. It gets worse if we slip. But I am not ending this. Not after Chicago. Not with what we know now." Kade gripped my shoulder. "Good. Because I need you in this fight. We hit back at the syndicate soon. Use the USB. Expose your old man careful." "Yeah," I said. "But first survive the rumors. Team meeting tomorrow. Act normal there too." He smirked. "Normal is overrated. See you later at yours. Back door." I watched him walk off down the hall. My phone would not stop buzzing. Rumors spreading like wildfire already. Captain and the killer. Close. Too close.

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

"Who is J?" Alexander sits down across from her. He is very still. The fourth register. The one from before Sophia knew him. The one from when he was young and his father was still a presence in his life instead of an absence. "J is the man from the gallery tonight," Alexander says. "The man who taught my father how to disappear. His name is James Carver. And if he wrote this paragraph two years ago, it means he has been watching both of us longer than anyone knew."