Novel & Cerita K Is For Killer

“But you need someone at your side. You’re too visible now.” I shook my head. “Someone at my side is another weakness. Another place they’ll strike.” “Unless she’s stronger than you think,” Mother said. “There are men in that ballroom who could kill with a smile.” “And one of them almost did,” I said under my breath. They looked at me. “There’s a man,” I continued. “Calls himself Medor Thornwell. Says he’s an exile from the West.” Elias scoffed. “Too clean to be a real exile.”

she asked aloud. “Let us introduce ourselves before we start, only polite, yes? I am Rufus Farkasa, High Lykos. Alpha of all.” “Former Alpha Wade Hunter, High Lykos Beta” Wade's dark blonde hair quivered, threatening to fall out of place as he nodded to Alissa's table. His lined face didn't match his youthful looking hair.

My heart ached to see her in this state. "I know something awful happened that day and I need to know what in order to protect you. You don't have to tell me what happened, how that happened or where it happened. Just tell me who. If you can't tell me his name then just the initial of his name will do." She looked in my eyes and whispered the letters. "It's K..." K for Killian and K for Kill. And killing him is exactly what I was going to do.

"Promise me?" "Cross my heart and hope to die." "Okay fine, what do you want to know." "Why do you hate Chase?" "I never say I hate him." She rolled her eyes. "You think I’m stupid? Every time we’re talking about Chase, your eyes turn cold." I muttered under my breath. "I thought you never notice." "Being an assassin for years taught you a lot of things." I breathed out. "The reason why I hate him... because of him, I ended up here."

’ Billy spoke quickly even before I could finish my sentence. ‘Yes I didn’t use it. I used their own knives, on both of them.’ ‘Okay, tell me about the part where you killed Sharon.’

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.

killed without his wanting. But now, why does he need his help? Could this detective be an enemy? Or a help? "Klyde McMarrow holds a lot of crime, he's a sex offender, took scatter over homicide and lately, under the alias 'K', he's one of the biggest drug dealer in both North and South America, some part of Europe and smuggling women in every part of the world, gotten bigger in Thailand, Philippines and Korea. There were a lot of cases of disappearance of women in Miami a week ago, 4 of them were found dead-- shot to death. We suspected that this could connect to him but we're still collecting evidences." He explained and sighed.

The drainer must know the victim's name and face and heart. "The killer knows his victims," I said. "He has to. The ritual won't work otherwise." She looked up at me and her eyes were dark. "The victims were all wolves. Young. Strong. On patrol." "The killer is targeting the patrols." "The killer is someone who knows the patrol schedules." Cressida's face went pale and her hand went to her chest. "Someone inside the academy." I stood and crossed to the door and opened it and Kade was in the corridor. His arms were crossed and his face was tired and his eyes were shadowed.

On the country's most popular live television show, if a death row inmate received forgiveness from the victim's family, they would not be executed. The camera focused on a young man behind a set of steel bars. "Vance Hester. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Committed six murders in six months. Currently awaiting execution." The host turned toward the audience. "Our producers contacted the families of every victim in the hope that they might be willing to give him a second chance." But all six families refused to forgive him. They demanded that he pay for his crimes with his life. As the tension mounted, Greyson Reynolds, the eldest son of the Reynolds family and a special guest on the

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.