Maid Killer の小説・ストーリー

Thoughts of escape and confusion swirled in my mind as I wondered about the mysterious circumstances that brought me here. The distant voices outside hinted at a complex web of relationships among the captors. I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability, isolated in this unfamiliar place. The sound of footsteps approached, and the door creaked open once again, revealing the middleman. "Listen carefully," he began, his tone more composed than before. "I didn't kill u for a fucking reason if I were you, I'll follow everything I said, don't annoy me or act like shit, got it."

Amber Brown "DROP THAT! IT'S NOT YOURS!" His scream was shrill and terrified. I immediately twisted my body to see what was happening, and the scene was utterly terrifying. Three huge men were rummaging through our suitcases, and my mother was futilely trying to pull her vanity case where I knew her most expensive jewelry was kept. On impulse, I tried to help her, only to feel a powerful slap on my face that made me completely lose my balance. I felt dizzy, couldn't hear anything anymore, my head was spinning. I couldn't see much after that, just felt my head spinning forcefully. I kept hearing my mother's screams, the men's shouts; it was all a blur, impossible to understand what they were

Steffany barked, holding the gold-handled candleholder as she stepped into the passage. But just as Amora followed her in, a breeze blew through the tunnel—and with it, came a scent. That scent. ‘Wait… that smell… It’s the same as the one on Marie’s body,’ she thought, freezing mid-step. Her eyes narrowed as she took a closer look. A chill ran down her spine. Steffany’s right index fingernail … was broken. Just like the nail she saw embedded in Marie’s neck. Amora’s blood turned cold. Instantly, her mind was blown that the maid's killer was Steffany Maven!

Surely it wasn't gonna work out but yes it could if probably I wanted to kill myself instead. "I can't believe this, I really wanted to work in the mansion as their maid but then I don't think I would still pull through with the idea" i said and she nodded vigorously. " You shouldn't if you still want your life intact. The last time, two maids went missing at the same time and till date they haven't been found. It's really scary and it seems the mansion is more of witchcraft than lycanthropy" she said and shrugged. My breathing became somehow ragged and my eyes fixated sternly on Zelda.

i smile remembering my mother's words, I missed her like crazy my father too. I lift the trapdoor as quietly as possible, knowing there is a vampire, a known light sleeper, sleeping in the next room. The door reveals a flight of stairs leading to a basement. who the hell needs a basement out here? I can smell tobacco and rum, the same smell from near the lake that I mistook for my mate. Slowly and carefully I descend the steep staircase and look around, there is cages on each side of an aisle leading to a heavy, closed door with a small window for passing food through on it, what the hell is going on here? I think to myself as I force my legs forward toward the door.

Nicky, with a fresh shoeprint across his chest, rushed to her side. She grabbed his collar, her eyes bloodshot, voice hoarse and inhuman. "It's Cynthia… that bitch… I want her dead." Down the hallway, the elevator doors slid shut. Marius tossed the Swiss knife into a nearby trash bin. The security monitor flickered, reflecting his chilling smile. Some prey, he thought, are best left to hungrier beasts.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

He huffed. — Damon had trudged through the woods long enough to trail the path back to Nadia’s home. He still didn’t even know her name, but he took her blood mercilessly. Such a selfish thing to do, he thought, scolding himself. But the smell of her skin and warm ESA of her blood was intoxicating-a glorious drug. It fed him happily, filled his strength and relaxed him just so. Something about her made him want to dive in again but he quickly shook the thoughts away. He’d kill her if he did it again.

Zarion’s POV I found myself submerged in a terrifying haze. A realm where reality melded with the darkest corners of my mind. And in the depths of that distorted reality, I stood over a figure, my hands locked around her throat. A face flashed within my consciousness, etching itself into the fabric of my thoughts—a face belonging to a girl…a girl I once loved. Cassidy—her name’s Cassidy. As my grip tightened, a surge of inexplicable guilt rippled in my chest, rendering me unable to carry out the malevolent act that my instincts beckoned me to commit. I staggered backward, my chest heaving as my body protested against the violence that had threatened to consume me.