J The Killer Novels & Stories

Killer asked. Out of the five of them that worked closely under Johnny Bobber, Killer had killed two and Jate Woods killed one. They were now left with only Star, Ninja and Wave. But in reality, Killer knew that Johnny Bobber was the strongest out of all of them. "We'll find out once it happens. The most important thing now is to find out what that man Jate Woods wants from me," as Mr. Howards said mysteriously.

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.

“Routine is predictable.” “So the killer knew it,” Quinn said. “Or studied it,” Damian added, quieter now. Quinn kept reading. “Financials?” “Messy,” Mark replied. “Offshore accounts.” “Not random,” Damian muttered. Quinn closed the file halfway. “No forced entry. No theft. This wasn’t about money.” “They came for him,” Damian said. Quinn looked at him. This time, she didn’t disagree. Mark placed another file beside it. “Two more cases. Same pattern.”

And constantly asking yourself "why her?" I am only telling you that, as a man of the law, I promise you to do everything possible so that your mother's killer does not go unpunished. Killer ...as in her I beg your pardon? I said her as the killer, detective because the one who killed her without thinking she was leaving an eight-year-old orphan is none other than Sarah Johnson. Are you sure of what you're saying, John?

Looks like the lights are off, though…’ Using a water pipe, Javier grabbed it and climbed up. When he arrived on the fourth-floor kitchen, he pushed a window half open with his leg and jumped inside. The entire ordeal seemed extremely easy for Javier, who did not even break a sweat thanks to Mackenzie’s assassination techniques. The moment Javier entered the kitchen on the fourth floor, he felt his cell phone vibrate. Javier opened it and saw that more details about Jonah’s background had been sent. Sure enough, he was an old veteran who was more than 60 years old. In the past, he had been considered a very reputable and respected old man.

The woman leaned forward on the screen, calm as a god in the making. “I am the reason Emilio Valez lived past forty. I’m the reason your father’s heart stopped... and restarted.” Leo’s jaw clenched. “You’re the puppeteer.” A chuckle, Low and Icy. “Puppeteer? No. I’m the architect. You were just bricks in my cathedral.” The screen split into three panels now. One showed Jacob, tied to a metal chair, barely conscious, bruised. The second showed the compound map. Their location blinked red.

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.

Judge Harrison stood behind them, a silent symbol of the justice that had finally been served. Kade stepped up to the microphone, his heart pounding. He looked out at the sea of faces, the cameras, the reporters hungry for a story. And he began to speak. "I came to this team with a mission," Kade said, his voice steady. "I came to find justice for my brother, Pavel. He was murdered by a criminal syndicate that had infiltrated this sport. The same syndicate that tried to destroy me." The room fell silent. Reporters leaned forward, their pens poised.

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