Marcy Killers Novels & Stories

The Following Morning "Senator Jack Daniels and his Only son Sekani Daniels were both assassinated in their home of residence by A group of unknown assassins. It was a blood bath tho, as Abel Oliz , ex CIA top agent arrived and did what he is best at. Murdering the criminals, though that doesn't bring back the dead, Justice was dished out. According to Abel, the death of The Mayor and The Senator are interlinked.".... Kim watched the low cut hair Female newscaster speak.

"The night you just turned five, it was the night where the Eastwood were being attacked by the Reeds and Warner, the Hills and Fords were my friends, I tried to shoo them away so they would not get involved or worse encounter bad happenings, but they just don't want to leave me alone. I really tried but it was too late, your parents was already killed by the them, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to save them." Marcos heaved a sigh as he reminisce the past, he felt his eyes pooling with tears, but he could tell Beatrice was more destroyed this moment, her silence proved it, and her silent sobs that follow made his guilt became even more stronger.

Marco sat down and said righteously, "Mr. Marwood, I've gone through your background. I know how powerful the Marwood Family is here, but none of that matters to me." "Who are you?" Tommy asked carelessly. "My name is Marco York. I'm in charge of the murder of Dorothy Faye. Do you know this person?" Marco showed Tammy a photo. "I do." "What's the nature of your relationship?" "Just distant friends. What's the problem?" Tommy appeared to be at ease, as though he was merely sitting on the couch at home. "She called you when she was on the run. Why? Are you in on the murder of Dorothy Faye?"

I closed my eyes. "Karen?" "Kim? Hi Sweetie, I was on my way over there. How you feeling?" "Karen, the werewolves returned." "What? Are you okay?" "No, I mean, yes. I'm okay and so is Paul, but …" I sighed. "Monica, Tyler, and Julie are dead." I waited nearly a minute for a response. "Karen, call Mara. I'm going to Poland tonight to kill those bastards." "I'm coming, too." Karen's response was faint.

, At nang masundan o marining ko! Mali ka nang kinalaban investigator maling mali!,Sisiguraduhin kong magsisi ka dahil kinalaban mo ako itaga mo sa buwan! Maya maya lang ay nakita ko na syang tumayo! Tama nga ako may tatawagan sya! Naka mulat lang aki nang kaunti para hindi nya halatang gising ako dahil mahirap na baka mapatay ako nito ng wala sa oras!

Laziel answered airily, raising his hands in surrender when I tried to show him the edge of my fist. “So that leaves us with nothing. We don't know who the hell is running these hits or why. All we know is they want Mara dead. That makes them an enemy of Infinity.” Dante growled, steeping his hands over the large rim of his desk, his blue eyes shifting to bright turquoise slits until I was forced to look away. No matter what was strained between us now, I couldn't argue with that. We needed to protect Mara until whoever this killer is was found.

Agatha called sweetly from one end of the room, “This young man claimed to be a friend of yours so I allowed him and his mate to attend. I hope that’s alright with you?” “Its fine. But this one?” Her gaze went to Marcy’s figure. It wasn’t hard to see that her smile wasn’t genuine. She still seemed as cunning as they came. “I don’t remember having any special relationship with her.” “You haven’t met Marcy, have you? She’s Darrel’s mate. She went out a while back and has finally returned. I’m hoping you two will get along well.”

"Just you two. Dr. Chen and Webb are witnesses. They'll tell the world how the great William Ashcroft and his social-climbing wife died at the hands of the brother he betrayed. My redemption story." He raised his gun, aiming at William's chest. And Marcus Webb, professional killer who worked for money not madness, made his choice. He pivoted smoothly and fired a single shot. Not at any of Rachel's team, not at William or Lucy—but Brad.

The flickering flames cast eerie shadows on his pale skin and made his sharp features appear even more menacing. “Don, I have some bad news.” Scar trembled, his voice as low as that of an infant just trying to speak some words. “Spit it out,” Marshall dictated after he gulped some wine down his throat. Scar hesitated before he spoke, “Vince Khumalo was murdered. Francesco was the perpetrator, which means he is in Seattle. The lady was also with him.” Marshall burst out laughing. He commanded Scar to move closer and when he did. He pulled him violently and almost strangled him in the process.

Macy questions her daughter, the ladies are now in Mara's room. “We were having so much fun Mom until the boys arrived, Daryl called Aria a slut and we both got mad and then left their presence. I was only going to get us drinks and asked her to wait, but on my return, she was nowhere to be found until I got Leo's mind link.” A trembling Mara explains. Macy wraps her arm around her girl, pulling her close to feel her warmth. “It is alright baby, Aria is fine now…” and “But someone's dead… Daryl killed him, and It might be my fault,”