Lonely Hearts Killer Novels & Stories

she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din. "Just stay here," I growled, my focus on the dance floor unfolding into a battlefield. Viktor and I moved like shadows, weaving through the panicked crowd, using the chaos as our shield. We took down two gunmen, their weapons clattering to the floor. But the remaining five were relentless, their bullets carving deadly paths through the air.

Lauren gasped. *BACK TO PRESENT* "I really hope you can forgive me son" She mumbled. ••• Joan gently sat down beside Kylan who was sitting alone on a rock while staring at the stars which are just coming out. "Hey" She called his attention and he turned Joan smiled at him and he returned the smile "Why are you alone? Everyone is having fun" Joan said "Maybe because I want to be alone" Kylan muttered "Does that mean...I'm not welcome either?" Joan asked

He stood up and turned his head, I wanted to see his reaction but he did not show it “Tomorrow’s my Alpha naming ceremony, I want my best friend to be there with me, not a dead friend.” I walked to him and whispered in his ears, “You won’t get rid of me that easily Lucian.” He turned back and faced me, we were now a breath away from each other. It felt like my heart was racing blindly down my stomach as we locked eyes, and my eyes as hard as I tried, kept trailing his features down to his lips. I resisted the urge to just say 'fuck it' and kiss him, but I couldn't take that risk when I knew he didn't feel the same way about me.

They both watched blood seep through the fabric of his shirt, staining his hand as he clutched at the wound. Lorenzo's breath stuttered as blood stained his fingers. He fixed her with a furious stare as realization hit him. Elena saw the anger in his eyes and wondered if it stemmed from his perception of her betrayal or the realization of his own carelessness. The crackle of a radio sounded nearby, the garbled chatter of agents barely audible over the wind. His chest heaved with shallow breaths as the words filled the night. ‘… dead body on deck’ the voice rang out like a twisted confirmation of everything unraveling.”

I asked, ever so silently, my voice shaking. “Followed him around. He was really slick about it, you know? But I guess money really does wonders. I hired a private detective from a very reliable company, one that is known and recognized in that field, and got him to follow Hugo around. He was the first one that I hired, and the only. He was killed, Eli. He was killed by Hugo himself. Got his blood drank like water,” he paused, allowing the moment to let what he had just said to sink in.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.

she introduced herself I shook her hand, trying to remember her Identity then it hit me... she was the daughter and only child of Don Ephraim Velazquez, the sex addict I assassinated who was the mafia leader of DD.. Death Dealers Cheyenne aggressively dragged my hand, pulling me close to her then she whispered in my ears "just so you know, Lorenzo Hernandez is mine and I would eliminate anything that dares to come in-between us"

"Oh, my God! oh my God!! I had sex with a stranger, " Dari said, realising what had happened, "please tell me we used protection at least. " " I don't think we did but don't worry, I'm clean I have no STD," Maxwell said while drying up his body, "listen I will be leaving now, you can order whatever you need, it will be added to my tab, meanwhile I have somewhere to be" "I'm Dari, it's.....'