J The Killer Novels & Stories

Killian: “There is a woman, her name is Eleanor, a few miles out of the city.” Viktor said, showing me a picture of the case. The empty landscape showed a barn and a house in the middle of. Three horses seemed to be tied up on one of the stable fields, and though big, it seemed empty and was only filled with cattle. “They don’t seem to have a picture of her, but they say that she killed her step father. She is on the run and they are trying to find her.”

She deserves every suffering she is having now. But Alpha Zarion remained quiet. He’s always been calm and mysterious like this, even when he’s sprayed by blood and witnesses someone’s head rolling down the hills. I don’t know what’s going on in his mind! Forget what I said about Zarion being an open book. He’s a closed coffin now, not even grave diggers would mind excavating him. “You killed her.” Half question, half statement. Hoping I’m going to get a straight answer. “No,” he replied, his gaze focusing on the ceiling as if the moon is going to climb down from the sky and meet him on the rooftop.

Scrolling down, he clicked on the third to the last video and play then the screen displayed Cisco's office. Cisco scurried back in fear as the killer advanced towards him in a stealth mode. John peered his eyes closer, once again he paused the video and zoom it on the killer's face. The half red and the other side black with a white ‘X’ mark on top. “ Who the fuck are you ?” He could not help but ask out loud even though there was no one to answer, sigh. John played the video and rested fully on the chair.

Paulina said before she took the telephone and made a call. Few minutes later a young man in his mid thirties came in. He was Javan another co investigative journalist who would be working with her. He had only worked some several months before. They both had to work under the senior investigative journalist Moha who was known all over the country and one of Tina's favourite journalist. She saw her as her role model as his story was similar to hers. They both came from a poor backgrounds. Moha's father struggled that he sold all his personal belongings his lands included so that his son would go to school. His father died right before his graduation, he didn't live to see his son achieving h

MC: Han Ryan(28) An honorable(self proclaim), and an outstanding police officer with the highest arrest rate in the country. He chased after a famous serial killer for ten years and almost caught him. In the end, he, unfortunately, was killed by the said killer. He is a very passionate man that loves his work( women come second after that). Antagonist: Doctor Jackal/ J A famous serial killer that killed many women and men in MC's original world. He still killed people even after bounded himself to a dark system. He is a cunning and sly villain and acted possessive towards his toy(the MC).

I recognized this man as Alpha George, the pack Jake belongs to. I kept my back against the huge oak tree, my eyes flitting to each of my family members and finally back to Alpha Killian. He didn't spare me another glance as he spoke to Alpha George. "This pup, tried to rape my mate." Alpha Killian spat, using the word pup as if it were the lowest form of life. I tried not to cringe at the authority that had taken over his voice. I noticed some of the onlookers had cringed at his tone, taking a few steps back as if they could escape his rage.

But the time I got there my clothes were soaked with blood and I took my shirt off, walking inside. I got off of my bed, going into my bathroom and turning the shower on. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my father staring back at me. He was a cold-blooded killer, incapable of loving anyone or anything. He made me kill my mother, the only good thing I had.

Zara said with a straight face with arms folded on her chest. “We are still looking for him.” Inspector Ken said taking his seat right of in front of Zara “You guys have been telling us this since forever now.” Zara said getting frustrated “Zara, we are trying are best, but the killer is too smart…” Inspector Ken on which Zara scoffed taking Inspector Ken’s words as lame excuses

"I did it without trace this time. Just like the old days, but now, I'm not happy, I fear it hunts me. The drugs help me relax" "What did you do?" I asked. "I still got it. but now, I feel I'm wrong for a first time after so many years." "Mr. Richard, what did you do?" "Don't call me Richard, that name is sick. I'm Jayden." He say. "But you said not to-" like I said, answering questions with something else. "I killed him. But now I feel my heart is bleeding. Kill?! Who?! "Bella, am a killer. I'm a hit man." He said.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.