Killers Quote Novels & Stories

I heard him shout that’s why with all my might, I began running and running but then I saw him. Outrage, he stands there, holding the knife like he is going to kill me, right now. I am not afraid to die, but I do not need to die now. I began running again but then suddenly everything went black. “Good morning citizens, the infamous serial killer who drains the blood of his victim and harvest all of their organs of his 10 victims have been captured this morning says police report”

Whoever interferes with me, I will kill him and we will both go to hell. ***

Jean said in an angry voice. “It means you already decided me as a killer and now you are trying to fit the consequences and the evidence in me. And I won't let you do that. If needed I'll find that Dr. Killer myself and then prove how wrong you all are.” after saying that Jackson anxiously stood up from the chair and stomped out from the room.

My sweet, gentle pups, Quilla and Quinlee remind me every day that while I may be a vicious killer, I have produced pups that are like their mother and should not be held responsible for my violent actions. With that in mind, I respond to Warren. “Yes, the less blood shed the better. There is only one person who needs to die today and that’s Christer. If the others stand down and no one threatens my family, they can live.” “Thank you,” he says. I glance at him. “Thank Kennedy. She’s my humanity.” “It’s your humanity, Quirin. She just brings it to the forefront,” he says. Damn the man for always seeming to know the right things to say.

A rich cruel laugh that rumbled off his chest, vibrating into my pulsing heart. His eyes settled back on mine and he huffed out a laugh. “Give me a reason why you shouldn’t be killed?” “Because I don’t deserve to be killed!” I snapped. His eyes wandered to my blood-stained hands, his lips lifting in a smile before he returned his gaze to my face. “And that person deserves to be killed?” My heart stopped. “Those who live by the sword, die by the sword, Hitchcock. Haven’t you heard of that saying?”

I kept quiet after that, the silence stretching between us, thick and suffocating. His eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped. “I’m not the killer, Allison. If that’s what’s running through your head, erase it. I don’t mutilate people. Even Dontrell knows I like my death clean. If I kill someone, their name never makes it to the news—unless I want to make a statement.” His silence stretched, thick and heavy. I knew that look. The storm is brewing behind his eyes. “Have I made myself clear?” I swallowed hard. "Yes.”

The silver mask tilted, just slightly, toward Derek’s face. "You’re smaller than I expected." Derek’s mouth opened. Nothing came out. The Verdict Killer let the silence sit. Let it fill the room. Let Derek feel the shape of it. Then, still crouched, still easy, still looking at my husband through the almond slits of a four-hundred-year-old mask, he said the word I will remember, I think, until I die. "Crawl."

His words were like a smoke bomb, stunning the furious crowd into silence. A few of the men who had been yelling the loudest now looked hesitant. Miller looked from the young man to me, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. "Miss Corleone, do you remember me?" "Are you being threatened? Are you taking the fall for someone else?" The question gave everyone pause. They had been blinded by hatred and hadn't considered the possibility. Several of the people who had been attacking me now looked ashamed. "I must have lost my mind. How can a person in a coma kill anyone?"

I explained. "I'll tell you something my father always quoted to me: Fukushū wa samui kata ga ī.” "What do you mean by that?" "That revenge should be served on a cold plate and if you need all the damn support in the world to get rid of those miserable ones, do it, Sunday accounts," he offered, making me smile. What she lived, what she lives... If you make them burn, just make them burn. “Mi aiuterai a sbarazzarmi dei cadaveri?”

“Whatever you're gonna do, do not kill him. You're a killer, or you were a killer so it's not gonna be so difficult to put a bullet through his head.” “Then you should be scared of me, don't you think?” I asked and she chuckled. “We should be scared of each other, that's just it.”