J The Killer Novels & Stories

" He said to me, I was happy and angry at the same time...I could not wait to lay hold of the killer and tear him apart with my bare hands. "And who was it? Tell me." I inquired quickly. "ALPHA JAX, THE ALPHA OF THE DEAD MOON PACK." He announced and I shrank.

However, what he did not know was that James the man with Stanley and Dennis had intended to keep him alive so that his boss Kyle would take his own sweet time to settle scores with him making the man who calls himself The Kill regret that he was ever born. Otherwise, The Kill would not have survived James's full wrath. The Kill as he calls himself was a foreigner. He was a very known assassin on the dark web. He was only eight years old when he was abducted and trained to be an assassin. Out of one hundred and fifty nine kids, he was the only one who made it out. Many feared his name The Kill as every time he is seen, he brings death. His victims are mostly big men and people in power. But

The events happened incredibly fast. JL was my responsibility and I failed to protect him. If we continued walking away and did not stop to ask Mr. Guerrero a question, the killer won't have the opportunity to shoot him. The killer has a petite form and is wearing all black, which made it hard for us to see her. She was just lurking among us. Unfortunately for her, she was showered with bullets by my companions and Mr. Guerrero's people before she could speed away on her motorbike. JL saved the old man's life. I heard Gia screaming as JL fell.

He has an unexplainable expression on his face. I knew that I shouldn't be angry with the fact that she was known by him but I couldn't help it since he said he knew her. He said he knew a killer. What will he do if he knows that the person he was asking for is a killer? Does he know he can get into trouble with his claim that he knew her? I knew he doesn't know what he is into.

Chris said laughing while walking to the door. Jerald shook his head and started to eat his skull why did Jake help him? He took out the silencer he gave him. “What are you up to Jake Isaac?” Jerald asked himself as he finished his drink in a gulp. He walked up the stairs to his room and found his wife sleeping so peacefully like her life wasn't in danger a while ago. You should let her go. She resemble your weakness. Jake's words roamed in his mind and he knew he was right one way or the other. He looked at Jennifer, she had her bra on so he took measures into his hands and undressed her.

Jace responded. My jaw clenched and my eyes darkened in anger. I would never expect to hear these words from him. Jace brought the killer of my brother and uncle. I can't wait to punish him until he dies. “Is that real, Alpha Jace? You found the killer?” Dad asked. “Is he the same person?” Mom asked my mate as well, and Jace nodded his head in response. “Yes, he's just the same person. He's currently at the field, guarded by my men.”

At that threat, J-Cane lost his bravado and cowered in his chair, “I didn't kill no cop, y'all.” “Then who fucking did? 'Cause it sure as hell isn't us.” Jo said. “It was Hatter. It was Hatter, y'all. I was just as surprised when he pulled the trigger. The cop seemed to know him.” J-Cane said. “Shut up! Who the hell is Hatter?” Ash asked. “He's the seller. He produces a lot of products. He works out of Gulden.” J-Cane replied. “What does he look like? Describe him to us.” Jo commanded.

“Jaren, are you trying to reprimand me?” Jaren was silent. After all these years, this seemed to be the first time ever that he was irritated at Juliet. “Hahaha, I was just playing with you. How could I be so ruthless as to kill my own brother? Jaren, you must remember that it was Tyr Summers who killed Kendall!” Having said that, Juliet stepped on the pedal again. Up ahead on the dark road, a bloody and horrendous silhouette appeared before Juliet’s eyes. “Kendall Jones, do you think you can still frighten me?” Juliet mumbled.

His tears burned and soaked my palm. “Ella, I’m sorry. I was wrong. You can hit me or scold me. Do whatever you want. Just please don’t do this. I beg you.” I only heard white noise. The tears of a murderer felt filthy.

"You lying bitch! Still denying the truth, even at death's door? "I have surveillance video of you killing her, bragging about being some big internet celebrity, Anna Anderson! If it's not you, then who is it?" Emma chimed in from the side, "Anna, if you did something wrong, just admit it. You know what they say. It's never too late to do the right thing." Just when everyone was certain that I was the killer, I looked at Emma, who was secretly gloating nearby, and asked, "Emma, what are you talking about? You're the one who's always lived in this apartment. What does anything that happened here have to do with me?"