Killers Brightside Novels & Stories

"I don't know. Flash a boob or something." I deadpanned. "That might work on Nino and Malachai but your cousin is the fucking Hash Slinging Slasher. Nothing gets by him. You have to send him back to hell if you want a chance." She gave me a deadpanned look. "Vince is not that bad. Once you get to know him—"

JACOB “G-Guys… Bright Light… is online.” I GOT UP from Red’s chair in alarm and rushed to Team MM’s space. “WHAT?!” The Club President just said that Bright Light is Luciano’s gamer name! How could he be online when he’s lying dead in our clubroom’s doorway with Chief Velasquez? The gamer with a red forehead band pointed at his monitor with shaking hands. “He’s online!” “That can’t be! He’s dead!” I exclaimed but when my gaze landed on where he was pointing at, I found Bright Light on the list of online players.

I acted in awe. "Yes, they are miss," "I was thinking your staff was just being rude to a random man" "No, they usually have heated arguments like this. We don't know what this man is to Elliot exactly but one thing I know for sure is Elliot dislikes him" "That's sad, anyway thank you. I was concerned that an old man was getting smashed verbally by one of your people. What is your name?" "Haha…haa, it's nothing like that. My name is Bright"

With everything properly set and in order, I proceeded towards the bedroom, ready to awaken Killian from his slumber. As I observed his countenance, it was evident that he was not in a deep slumber. Though his eyes were shut, his body remained rigid. Just as I was about to reach out to him, he abruptly opened his eyes, fixating his gaze directly on me. "Your bath awaits, Your Highness," I informed him. As he sat upright in bed, his stare persisted while he questioned me, "Are you certain you can successfully end my life this time?" His inquiry caught me off guard, causing me to choke momentarily. Did he still hold the belief that I had attempted to kill him? It seemed he was excessively sens

Kathryn Michaels is a country bumpkin with an honest personality. She's also a timid woman who tends to make careless mistakes at work. Just one glare can easily make her burst into tears. Chris Albert is the most well-known man in Harborlean. He's a cruel and bloodthirsty man with a penchant for brutal and inhuman methods. No woman dares to pine after him even though he's blessed with gorgeous looks. Unexpectedly, a woman actually manages to sneak into his room and sleep with him while he's drunk! Just as Chris scours the world for the mysterious woman, he realizes that his secretary is putting on more weight each passing day. With a dark expression on his face, he coaxes, "Tell me, Kathy.

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

She thinks if she doesn’t make any sudden move, the dream might not take a dark turn and become a nightmare. “… reports from Batangas that Ji-hoon Kim, more popularly known as Shadow, leader of the K-pop group Monte X-O, has been killed in a motorcycle accident… and that an until-today largely unknown Filipino half-brother by the name of… Nathaniel Policarpio is gravely injured.” Kate’s mouth produces a gasp before she can cover it. “They were apparently being pursued by a van carrying camp counsellors of an Internet addiction rehabilitation center. The reports are that Shadow has been killed. The half-sibling Nathaniel Policarpio is in critical condition.

"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.

"He will disable the tracking arrays on the satellite phone Bane gave her, cut the power to the western gallery, and hand your daughter directly to our retrieval squad without a single alarm being raised” “And Bane?” “Dead before he realizes what has happened” A slow, twisted smile spread across my own face, the humiliation that had crushed me for days finally transformed into anticipation. "Perfect," I whispered, my voice trembling with a dark, toxic joy. "You will return to your quarters, Victor," Roman ordered, his hand rising to terminate the feed. "You will swallow your pride, you will remain perfectly silent, and you will wait for my inside man to trip the grid.” “And when the gates fi

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. He wasn’t. He was a ghost. He had been a ghost for years. Nobody had ever seen his face. Nobody had ever caught him on a traffic camera. Nobody had ever taken a photograph that wasn’t blurred silver and shadow. Seventeen confirmed kills, the last count I’d seen, and every one of them a man who had hurt someone smaller than himself and walked away from the consequence. A tabloid writer had called him the Verdict Killer in a piece three years ago and the name had stuck because it fit. Because what he did was not mur