K Is For Killer Novels & Stories

I turned back, the shadows of the room hiding my face, leaving only the cold, predatory glint of my eyes visible. "His name is Roman," I said. "And he’s the man whose going to kill Bane Valak”

None of them had gotten it right. The real thing standing in my doorway, catching the light from my hall lamp was something else entirely. It was not costume. It was not theater. It was a specific, intentional, centuries-old object, and it was being worn by a man who had chosen it the way a man chooses a signature. The Verdict Killer was standing in my living room. I want to be precise about what that meant. Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle.

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

"What are you crying about? You scared that woman so bad she miscarried, and now you're the one upset?" "Her baby wasn't healthy," Alice shot back, tilting her head defiantly. "The doctor said it would have Down syndrome, so it's better it didn't make it! How's that my fault?" Helena let out a big sigh from the back seat. "I can't tell if this girl's a good or bad one." Grandma reached over and stroked my hair, saying, "Zoe's the good one." After Grandma finished her walk in the park, Helena had to stop by the hospital to pick up Grandma's medications, so we all went with her.

But two years ago, I discovered the truth. The truck that killed my parents belonged to the Callaghan family's company. And it was no accident—it was a deliberate act under Florence's command.

“Go ahead. He’s in there.” Lilian glanced at the hearse and got mad again. Her eyes widened, and she yelled again, “Summer, are you out of your mind?! That hearse is full of bad luck! It’s used to deliver dead people! How could you let them carry my son onto the hearse? It’ll affect his luck! “How dare you?! My son was so nice to you for nothing!” I widened my eyes innocently and feigned confusion as I looked at Lilian. “What are you talking about, Lilian? Isn’t the hearse used to carry and deliver dead people? Lucius is dead. Why do you bring up his luck?”

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

He said and I felt a pang in my chest. "Where is she?" I asked quietly, tears welling up in my eyes already and I cursed myself for being weak. "I killed her. I killed her and you helped me," He said, turning me around to look at him. "That's why you're so special, Rhee." He used his hand to cup my face, his thumb brushing my cheek softly as the tears fell. Then he smiled and leaned forward, kissing my wet cheek. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill your friends first. Then I'll kill you."

His gesture made it seem like she didn’t want to miss a single detail of my story. “I-” I thought back to the moment when I was with Tiger, the cat's name that I came up with this morning. “I wanted her to live.” “And you thought about it when you stroked her.” It wasn’t a question. It was more like a blatant statement coming from him, like my story was proof that I am a witch. I shook my head. “That’s not enough to convince me, Doctor Kusher.” “Killer Smile.” Doctor Kusher said. With just those two words, he made me freeze on the spot.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.