Lonely Hearts Killer Novels & Stories

I sit up, scared and lonely. “Are you going back to her?”, I ask, settling at the edge of the bed and watching as his hand stops halfway to the door knob. He turns slowly towards me. His hard gaze is fixed on me. “You haven’t even been away from her for long but you’re already rushing back” “The last thing I want to do is dwell on how drunk you are right now, Tate, because if I do, then I might lose it” He actually sounds angry but I’m currently way past caring.

Annabel did something bad and somehow revealed that I knew what the cold ones were and they had me locked inside this completely black room and I wasn’t even talking about just the walls. Even the sheets were completely black, I looked down at myself and luckily I had clothes on. I slipped out of the bed at the same time the door opened and I froze. I looked around for any weapon that I could use to defend myself but saw none. The stranger turned to look at me with their brows arched up in surprise “What are you doing Liz?” Damon asked, the little streak of light coming from the window illuminated his blue eyes and made them shine, literally. “You scared me” I said in relief “Where is this a

They were hungry and needed to feed before dusk. "Please, let me go" The prey said to the predator who held her neck tight. “No” he answered. She knew it was too late for that as prince Ivar pulled the v necked of her hood. His curved fangs made a wet slick as they slide down his gums. Then he lowered his head opened his mouth wide and with a groan from deep in his gut, brought his fangs down. Pierced the pale skin and sank the sharp fangs deep into the girls throat.

The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the city’s skyline aglow with electric promise. On the rooftop of Club Artema, four silhouettes sat nestled in ambient lighting—power players moved through the air here, but tonight it felt more like a confessional than a boardroom. Rex Radford was still, framed perfectly in the crosshairs of sharp lines and urban shine. King Hin lounged next to him, the picture of unshakeable confidence. Across from them, Michael Dane traced the rim of his glass, inscrutable. And Romeo Dukeson looked like he’d stepped from a fashion campaign—taut features, still warmth in his eyes.

Now you want to act like I betrayed you you’re just mad because now I can leave you and prove you cheated first I have proof and you’ll get nothing from me. Suddenly the wife yells “you fucking liar none of that is true, you attacked me and he defended me and told you he loved me. You lost in and started hitting us as you went to leave I thought that was the end and I went to get cleaned up and I thought you left but I came back and he was dead in our bed.” She’s crying and then Clara says,” when I left your husband was alive and planning to leave you to be with me.”She starts to cry and continues, “ we were happy and had plans we were going to go to Colorado and start our own little horse r

It lingered in the darkness but seemed to be getting worse with each step I took. Then I heard it. It was like death themselves was waiting to impale my heart with their scythe. When I saw them in the room through the ajar door, it felt like death's scythe ripped through my heart and pulled it out of my throat. The sight of Ash with her….

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

"Well now I want to properly welcome you to my empire. Ever heard of the black widow?" "The gang leader? Who hasn't?" Why was she asking me that. "That makes me so happy to hear." She giggled."Well you are one of the few people privileged enough to meet Black widow in the flesh." I looked at her in shock. The particular person she was referring to was the top most wanted gang leader responsible for child trafficking,human trafficking, drugs and a number of deaths. No one has ever been able to see her and tell the tale. One of her favorite methods was lethal poisoning and rarely guns. It was rumored she wanted to see her victims suffer before the die.

I wished the winter cold could freeze my heart so I wouldn't have to feel any pain, so I wouldn't have to feel anything at all. I heard footsteps approaching from behind, and I turned around to see who it was. Liam was standing there, dressed in long trousers and a denim jacket. He wore gloves, a scarf wrapped around his neck, and a hat. Was it really that cold? What was he doing here? "Oh my God, Jenna. Are you okay?" he rushed to my side and knelt down in front of me. He took off his scarf and wrapped it around my neck. As he removed his glove and held my hand, I pulled away.

It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest. The worst part is when they don't even care That's the most painful thing to bear. Sometimes they love someone else. That's a different type of hell. Waiting, watching and searching for clues , If you'll ever be able to make them yours. Mahendra could only stare at her as she recited the poem. At her eyes and at her lips. He was mesmerized by her. Internally, he felt beyond happy that she left Vikram. His arm was still around her waist and he wanted it like that.