Lisa Jackson Cold Blooded Novels & Stories

He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast. My heart stops beating for a moment as I throw myself on his body, picking the murder weapon which is a Ceska pistol and throwing it beside him.. Placing my ear on his chest, I feel his faint heart beat and my face lits up. I try resuscitating him without minding the blood....that's when the unthinkable happens.. Sirens rent the warm afternoon wind! It was a set up! A damn fucking set up! It's already too late to redeem myself.

” Kayley ~”Now I do. Jackson ~”No.” Kayley ~”Yes.” Jackson ~”I said no.” Kayley ~”Danny what are they talking about?” Danny ~”I think I am staying out of this.” Kayley ~”Danny.” Jackson ~”No Kay.” Kayley ~”Yes Jackson.” Jackson ~”You are driving me crazy.” Kayley ~”Then just tell me.” Jackson ~”No.” Kayley ~”What is worse than shooting and cutting people apart?” Anthony ~”Cementing them and throwing them in the river.”

erica smiled “Where is he? “He is in the dark room, he thought he was going to get some,” erica bitterly laughed Erica and Elise went to the darkroom where they found Mr. Jackson screaming for help. Apparently, Mr. Jackson was an accountant for 'TRIPLE E group of companies'. he stole a huge sum of money and fled out of the country. Erica had some information that he was back in the country. She traced him and lured him sexually. “I’ll handle it from here my daughter,” Elise told erica. “You can go to rest now."

She opened the door with sleepy eyes and asked “What are you doing here at this time?” “Nikki! Can you take care of Angel for some time? We need to go to hospital.” I asked her. “Why? Who are not feeling well?” She asked. “I will tell you everything later when I know everything. But please don’t tell Arthi anything.” I replied and left her when she nodded. “Sorry Nikki!” I shouted from the gate and went to my house. We both got inside his car and then he started tell me about Aunty’s liver problem. And there are not much donors because of the blood group.

Nicholas coaxed. Kimberly slowly opened her eyes. Looking around, she realized that the room was not as dark as before, thanks to the illumination from Nicholas's phone. Seeing Kimberly still fearful and hesitant to move, Nicholas gazed deeply into her eyes. "Don't be afraid, I'll get you out of here. Now follow my steps slowly." Nicholas held Kimberly's hand tightly, which was damp from the cold sweat that had covered her body. Yes, she was truly frightened at this moment. Nicholas couldn't help but wonder if his secretary had a phobia of the dark. He couldn't draw any conclusions yet.

She made her way to her room, retrieving the blood collection equipment—blood bags, needles, tubes—everything she needed to complete the grim task. With a steady hand, she inserted the needle into the cat, drawing the blood carefully, her eyes cold and focused as the process went on. Slowly, she drained the life from her pet, watching as the cat grew weaker with each passing minute. After what felt like an eternity, Lisa managed to collect two pints of blood. A cruel smile twisted her lips as she looked at the bags. "Evelyn is so done for," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. ***

The quiet that followed was stunning. Lisa's reality broke as she stooped in the haziness, watching the blood pool around her folks' bodies. Tears streaked down her cheeks, however she squeezed her hand over her mouth, constraining herself to remain quiet, to be imperceptible.

"They made me be the lure... I didn't have a choice. If you spare me, I'll do anything." She crawled forward on her knees, tilting her face up with practiced submission. "I can keep you warm at night. Anything you want, however you want it... In a world like this, having a woman around beats being alone, right?" Lisa was confident in her body. In peacetime, she'd made a living off this kind of work, pursued by countless admirers. She believed no man could resist free "benefits" like this. Jake looked down at her, his gaze passing over her tear-streaked face—and landing on the hatchet-gun in his hand.

“That little red mark you left on her face. Does that look like just messing around? You marked her, Leon, and now I’m going to mark you.” “Please, Jackson. I’m sorry. I made a mistake. Let me make it up to you.” “I don’t take second chances, Leon. You know that.” A blond guy who looks like Charlie Hunnam in beast mode with a giddy smile and large silver chains around his neck moves beside Jackson and pours a clear liquid on Leon’s dick. Lighter fluid. Bile rises in the back of my throat, mixing in with the morbid satisfaction of the fucker getting what he deserves. “You tried to take something precious from me, and now I’m going to take something precious from you.” The flame from the Zippo

The shock of impact rattled my arm, but I held my ground, twisting to shove the attacker back. Kael was a storm, his movements precise and brutal. Lucien fought with a grace that was almost beautiful, his daggers flickering like quicksilver. I didn’t see the fourth attacker until it was too late—until a hand like iron clamped over my mouth and dragged me backward into the shadows. The grip was unyielding, the cold edge of a blade pressing to my throat. A voice hissed in my ear, low and venomous. “He wants you alive. Don’t make me change that.”