Maid Killer Novels & Stories

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

"Mas Suma...." *****

"Because she would become the beautiful girl they had all wished for. At her celebration, everyone was laughing and dancing and singing congratulations and well wishes. But at that moment, they all fell into an almost intolerable silence, their faces filled with fear, because in front of them and in front of the birthday girl, her mother was killed with an arrow. The classroom was stunned for several seconds, wondering how a simple arrow could kill her... The tip of the arrow had a powerful poison called Lordeath, the god of death, which caused death with a speed almost as fast as a shooting star. Melia, in her inconsolable weeping, prayed that her beloved mother would not die. Richard, her

She murmured. **** Kristen extended her eyes, taking a gander at Tessa who sat next to her. Just the two of them were situated, near the drum sets. "What do you mean it was anything but a vampire who killed mum! Who then did?" She half shouted. Tessa moaned. "It was all Mrs. Morgan's arrangement, all along. She permitted Celia, her zombie girl to kill mum" "Pause? That implies A zombie was the real thing that killed Mum!!"

The one and only thing an alpha needs from him mate was strong pups and only an alpha female could grant then such wish. On that very day I was dressed in a long back gown, which was tight at the top and flare from the waist downward reaching my feet, and there was a black net cape, that flowed from my neck to the ground, I had paired it with a silver ankle strap heel, which mom had gifted me that morning, once was done, I headed down stairs, where Cassie, soon and my mom were waiting for me. Oh yeah, it was also Cassie's first mating Ceremony. Sophia on the other hand found the whole ritual dumb and stupid, that's why she chose not go take part in it, which didn't go well with everyone.

Without thinking I rushed forward, surprising him as I lowered my shoulder into his stomach and drove him off his feet, sending us both crashing into the next row of graves. I may have been older in vampire years than this underling but I was a bit weaker. We wrestled on the ground with each other, claws scraping and teeth biting. The vicious underling came close to killing me when he pulled back and rammed his fist toward my chest, aiming for my heart. But I was to fast for him and capitalized on his mistake by rolling away from him and coming to my feet, back handing him across the face and hitting him so hard that he flipped over backwards onto his stomach. Only thinking of my survival I

“Yes. They did. And it was then that the mediator wiped her memory and blocked her energy so she wouldn’t remember anything about who she really was.” My chest tightened. “And by that… What exactly do you mean?” Silence. “The woman on that bed… is exactly what you’re suspecting right now. She’s the daughter of the mediator. She’s the daughter of the family that was wiped out years ago. She is basically our new mediator. The one we’ve been praying to the moon goddess for. The one that has made us steadfast in our lunar celebration. The one that will intercede for the last interruption that occurred. And she’s a vampire. Half vampire and half solarian but of course her father’s genes being the

She is Maeve Moretti, my best friend, Holden’s daughter which means that her brother Nash is also Holden’s son. I sank into the chair. How the hell did I not see all of these? The people I had been looking for, for close to two decades had been close to me all along. The killer, Marcella D’Angelo was living right in my house and my best friend kids were close to me, yet I didn’t know this. “What do we do now?” Vivienne asked. I sat there in silence, almost unsure of the next step, but I knew things were about to get either worse or better.

"I can hear your heartbeat." I looked at him. Slightly confused. "My what now?" "Your heartbeat. You are lying. You know where Gabriella is. I need you to tell me now." "Fine! You really want to know where Gabriella is? She's in the cemetery! Gabriella is dead and she walks out at night as a zombie! You know where the killer smile comes from? It's because she doesn't have lips anymore so her teeth are exposed in a killer smile!" I said it as calmly as possible. I thought for sure that it would enrage him. That he would demand of me to stop fooling around and just tell him. But right now he was gapping. Shock was written all over his face like he couldn't believe what he just heard.

And then I saw what had struck her—Monica's crucifix. There was a hiss as the other Council members reacted to the sight of the religious relic as well as to the smoking, screeching vampire who was darting blindly around the room. Frank jumped into action and went after her, but just as he reached her, Keada disintegrated into a pile of ash. I stared in shock as Malarias raised his hand in Monica's direction to cast some form of punishment. Monica's loud voice rang out. "I believe I know who the murderer is!"