Novel & Cerita Magician Kills His Wife

"You are acting weird Richard. Are you sure you are ok?" "How can I be ok when all I want right now is to bend you over this couch and fuck your damn pussy so slowly and passionately, the way you've never been fucked before." "Richard?" Her eyes dilate. "What are you talking about?" "My wife never died, I mean she died but it was never an accident. He fucked her to death! He fucking fucked her to death!"

Nothing I could say would bring Bella back, she was dead, I barely knew her but she was running to me as though she wanted nothing more than a simple hug. ”I’ll bring you to her.” I said slowly in a hoarse whisper. They quieted. I raised my hand, knowing very well that this wasn't elemental magic, and with my hands raised in the air, my eyes fixated on hers in pure hatred, I snapped her neck and watched as she fell to the ground. ”What have you done?” Her husband asked as he watched her lifeless body lying at his feet. I twisted my hand and saw how his neck broke, and the life drained from his eyes.

She smile and said " Through board. She released me from the board that a boy died while playing so and the fucking priest shut me in the ouija board and luckily she got it and freed me. She told me to kill that guy paspartot and i did so and in return she gave herself to me." I can't believe it, So that accident was not a accident it was a murder. Robert look over at me and said " Who was that guy?" I look away and said " He was her husband." He look bak at her and she took her shirt off and said " Will you mind leaving me alone with my wife."

Instead, he simply looked at me and said, "This show that you and Irene had put on truly is fascinating. Do you think you can make me take pity on you by going to the hospital and presenting a fake medical record to me? "The police are searching for Nat now. You better pray she's okay. Otherwise, I will never forgive you." Suddenly, I laughed. At the same time, an inexpressible sense of sorrow surged in my heart. I became so panicked that I fell down the stairs and miscarried when I learned that Natalie had been kidnapped. Yet, my husband deemed me as a jealous spouse who would only hide his phone away. Nonetheless, it turned out that there were times when he lost his composure and went on a

And since Black mages had lost their human affection in exchange for great power, killing her own son was not that hard for Tobias’ wife. Later that afternoon, when Tobias just came home, he was wondering why he could not find his son who used to play in the living room. So he asked his wife who was cooking for dinner in the kitchen. “I’ve killed him,” she smiled, feeling innocent like it was not a great deal for her, “King Edgar wanted me to increase my magical power so we can win the war, so I had to sacrifice our son for our kingdom,” she said and then returned back to her chores.

I frowned, about to hang up. But as if she knew what I was thinking, she continued talking. "I just accidentally saw his phone. From his chat history with his friends, he knew from the very beginning that it was my parents who came that day, not yours. He deliberately didn't say anything and led me step by step to believe they were your family. He told his friends my parents were 'obstacles,' the biggest barrier to taking over my assets. So I was the one who handed him the knife, and even helped him kill the people closest to me." Her voice suddenly carried a chilling, light laugh. "I just wanted you to know the truth, even though I have no right to ask for your forgiveness anymore. Ezekiel,

I worked myself to the bone every month so she could do what she loved, yet she went and staged an electrocution to kill me. The power outlet continued to hiss and buzz, like the mocking laughter of a devil. I stared at Felicia with hatred as she took my bank card before making a call. "Please… Help me… My husband accidentally got electrocuted. I need to arrange a funeral," she said, pretending to cry.

He grasped Alia’s hand, his voice brimming with emotion, “My dear, you’re awake! Do you have any idea how worried I was?” Alia’s eyes widened, her breath catching in shock. Her mind went blank, and for a moment, the pain in her chest vanished. She knew this man—she could never forget him. He was the very same man who, just last night, had murdered his wife and shot at her, the castle’s cold-blooded killer—Marcellus!

the sorcerer asked, taking the knapsack. “I forgave you a long time ago,” the woman smiled tiredly. - How can you not forgive your own blood? And he wasn't always like that. When his wife died, he rolled down. They didn’t have time to make children, so they fooled around. I felt sorry for him. All my life I'm sorry. But it's true what they say - monogamous dies twice. So is he. Died with his wife. Now here I am... She wiped away a tear from her cheek, bowed to the sorcerer and disappeared behind the gate.

The room darkened for a second as the memory flashed — his hands glowing with forbidden magic, the altar pulsing like a hungry beast, the metallic smell of spell-blood. Elena looked away, jaw trembling. “You should have let him kill you,” she muttered. “Then none of this would have happened.” Silence. Heavy. Sharp. Dangerous. I didn’t move. I didn’t let the magic flare. But my voice turned cold as stone. “You want to repeat that?” Elena swallowed hard but nodded. “Yes. I meant it.” She stepped closer. “You killed my husband,” she said, voice cracking on the last word. “And I know he was a monster. I know what he did. I know he wanted to sacrifice you. But he was still… mine. And I lost him.