Marcy Killers Novels & Stories

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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.

"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.

“Why? Why would he—” “You still don’t know, do you?” Marsiella tilts her head, almost amused. “The accident that killed your parents wasn’t an accident at all. It was Tyler. He had them followed. Their brakes were tampered with. Just like that.” She snaps her fingers. “And then—boom. Gone.” The world cracks beneath Stacey. She feels like she’s falling, even though she hasn’t moved. Her sobs come harder now, raw and primal. “You’re lying…”

I sat as I stared at her waiting for her to tell what was so important that she made me forfeit my ice cream. "Marco Leonardo is a killer like you. Not a killer but unlike the other people who send you to do their dirty work, Marco does his by himself. Unless he is busy, then he sends his right-hand man to finish the job" she finished and released a long held breath. "Why are you telling me all this?" I said clearly pissed off. "Because he won't hesitate to kill you if you make a funny move" Kill me? Does this woman know how many people have tried to kill me but ended up dead?

"I would've said same, Alpha, but I got Intels that he is working for a Mafia group. There was a news about a Mafia don who died a month ago. Turns out Maverick was the one who killed the don." Marcellus opened his eyes again and got up. "Maverick always forces me to act. And I swear I will kill him whenever I set my eyes on him again." He turned to see Claire with an uneasy look on his face. "Are you alright?" She shook her head and drew nearer. "Alpha, I heard something about Ashley Nicholas." Marcellus narrowed his eyes coldly at the sound of that. "The one who massacred some of our pack members?" "Yes, Alpha." Claire nodded. "I figured out she is a sensitive topic amongst the vampires ar

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

"Malachai, the only reason you're not bleeding out on my floor right now is only because it's a new rug and mother has some unwarranted affection towards you. But if you don't stop talking I'm going to throw out my morals and strangle you. Now would someone please tell me, who do I have to kill?" It was Vince who spoke up, the levelheaded one in the bunch. "No one... yet. We had people scouring the site and nothing of importance turned up until a few months ago. We got intel that a burner phone was found under the rumble, it was the only thing that survived. We didn't think much of it because Cypher was dead, what the fuck are we going to do with a dead man's phone, right? That was until wor