J The Killer Novels & Stories

He was also the person I trusted the most. "Caspian, it's Finn. I need your help. I want revenge. I want Hayden and Wendy to pay for everything they've done." The response came quickly. "I've been waiting for this call, Mr. Kirkland. I always knew something was wrong with your father's death. Now that we know Hayden was involved, I'll help you uncover everything. I'll help you get justice even if it costs me my life." After hanging up, I looked at my mom through the ICU window again. The hatred in my heart only grew stronger.

Mindy hurried excitedly to answer it, and three dubious-looking men in shabby costumes walked through the door. The moment I saw their leader, a man with a large mole on his face, the blood in my veins went cold, and my fingernails dug deeply into my palms. It was them! In my past life, these three "exorcists" took Mindy's money and struck me to death with a so-called holy scepter drenched in dog's blood! Suppressing the murderous rage surging inside me, I lowered my head obediently and stepped aside. The fake exorcists entered the bedroom and theatrically circled Sam's bed, before a mole-faced man slapped his thigh dramatically.

Sir Robert Jones caught a glimpse of the face of pain that appeared on the face of his young girlfriend, he felt completely dejected by what happened, Willemina had been like a little sister to him and now that he was leaving he was leaving a hole in the depths of your heart. Speak- said Sir Robert Jones- we are the most interested in clarifying the infamous murder of Willemina, we want to get to the bottom of all this and that that monster pays all his life in prison- Sir Robert Jones finished speaking, as he arrived one of the maids upon hearing the bell that had been called by a bell.

Jax asked even though he had a hint of what was coming next. “We get rid of her. Kill her off. If she isn’t of any use we cast them away but if she has become a nuisance then we wipe them off the face of earth,” he said repeating their motto that they lived by. “Yes, I’ll send someone to get rid of her,” Jax said, ready to leave when suddenly Alastor was struck by an idea. “No, wait.” His evil brain was churning at a thought that would make the death a lot more painful for the ex-assassin.

Jack took a breath. Michael snorted, “You saw her covered in blood... She turned and lost control, she took our parents by surprise and slaughtered them... she's a murderer.” Michael looked from Alpha Luca to Jack. Jack shook his head, “I saw her first turn, it was slow and painful. She came to me three months after our parents died. She was pale and sweating, she started convulsing and I knew. I knew she'd been telling the truth. I locked her up in the cellar and stayed with her for the change. I told you all this the next morning!” Jack glowered at the four stood on the other side of the kitchen.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this case is straightforward." He began pacing slowly. "The defendant had both motive and opportunity. She was actively searching for the deceased on the night of his death. She was the last known family member attempting to locate him and it is well known that she ran away from her home at an early age." He looked towards my direction. "And before the end of this trial, we shall prove beyond reasonable doubt that Dr. Karma Kuntz murdered her father." He returned to his seat. "The State calls Mr. Viktor Schneider." A middle-aged man in an expensive charcoal suit approached the witness stand. He took the oath before sitting.

JK throws his phone against the wall, being crazy, which makes Rosalia flinch. "It's not true! Someone is intentionally framing me! Please, JK, believe me." JK slaps her tightly, which makes her face tilt aside. "Why? Why did you do that?" "Please believe me for once." "You're saying I should believe you after all of the proofs? I would forgive you if you killed me, but you killed my heart, my trust, and everything! Now you will suffer. I'll make you regret every single second. I'll kill all of your happiness, and you'll forget to smile. However, don't worry; I won't kill you totally, but I'll kill you every single moment! You'll beg for your death, but I'll not give you death. I'm Jacob Kyl

“Don’t patronize me, Rebecca.” “Oh you’re still pissed I took you off the case.” She replied. “Which you need not worry. The killer is dead.” “So you know who he was?” Jason asked, clearly baiting her. “After some thorough investigation, it was just a nobody.” She replied, taking a sip of her wine. “Who? I would like to know if he was a client of mines.” Janet leaned against the table waiting for her to answer. Baiting for her to answer. Rebecca took her time answering. “Orlando Johnson. Like I said, a nobody.” Her hand reached for her knife as everyone watched her intently.

I should have trusted my first instincts. “So why the whole fucking charade?” I ask. “What’s going on here?” “Well, it all has to do with that serial killer from September. He’s not a random psychopath. He’s Ninja.” Fuck. My fears confirmed. Ninja was the code name of Nick Jin, a former PSK who went rogue and was therefore turned over by THEM to the Feds. He was known as Ninja because, prior to joining THEM, he used the disguise of a ninja and used various samurai weapons to murder his victims. If Nick Jin really has gotten free and is on the loose, that is bad news for THEM.

“Was she OK?” “Lilly? Hell, yes. We got her to her feet and right away she drop-kicked one of them in the throat. Said that he’d tried to kiss her and his breath stank.” Naomi laughed. “This one.” He patted the scar on his chest. “Sex trafficker.” “What? Where?” “Right here in Denver, darlin’. A fucker named Kirk Jensen.” “Jensen? That name sounds familiar.” “It should. He’s notorious around these parts.”