Marcy Killers Novels & Stories

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

And Marc catches the change in me. “Oh, shit!! They blessed you with a second chance mate?” Graham asks. I step back from Marc, reaching for Adriana’s hand and pulling her behind me. Marc laughs again, but this time it’s sinister. He looks at me, wiping the tears from his cheek, still chuckling before he looks at a confused Graham. “Don’t you see it?” Marc asks him. “We kill her, we kill him. “ Graham looks zeros in on Adriana with a growing smirk.

His hand moves on the sheet, a small, erratic movement, as if he were trying to grab something, to hold on to something, to get up and tell me no, that's not it, that he never chose silence, that he was forced, that he was afraid, that he wanted to protect his daughter. "You think Élianor is safe now, Gérard. You think that because she is rich and powerful and owns ninety percent of this town, no one can ever hurt her again. But you are wrong. Completely wrong. Because Marc has never let anything stand in the way of his plans. Because Marc has killed once and will kill again if necessary. Because Marc has men everywhere—in the police, in city hall, in businesses. And if you keep talking, if

My mind scrambled, memories colliding and refusing to line up. The bond. The rejection. The growls. Violence exploding around me… Him. Marcel. My breath caught painfully as his face surfaced in my mind, sharp and unyielding, his voice low and certain as the world went dark. You’re safe now. “No,” I whispered. “That doesn’t make sense. He kills…” The woman watched the realization dawn, something unreadable crossing her expression. “You remember him,” she said, stopping me. “And to say the least, you know of him.”

“It’s fine. My dad is a criminal lawyer. A really good one, however much I hate to admit it. I won’t go to jail.” It struck me then how serious she actually was about killing Anslem. I do not for one second doubt her. I’ve seen her beat a man within an inch of his life with nothing but her flats. And she gets these intense bursts of rage where it feels like a different person, almost like she’s being controlled by a wild animal, and her strength doesn’t match her petite body. In all, Marcella is a dangerous woman with a killer face. I ran up to her and grabbed her arm. “Let’s just…let’s forget Anslem. It’s done. How about dinner, let’s look forward to it. And all the wine and expensive food,

You know this is not what Mother wanted. “Your mother was killed by the Syndicate, not by the Thornes!" "Lies!" Marcus fired a shot at the floor near Liora's feet. "They have all lied to you! It was Arthur Thorne who planned it!" Mavric looked at Marcus with deep hatred. His possessive side exploded seeing the man terrify his wife again. Mavric jumped off the stage, ignoring the gunfire from Marcus's men. He moved like an enraged dragon, taking down two of Marcus's guards with his bare hands.

I cussed beneath my breath. Desperation and frustration swirled within me as I decided to seek answers from the few people I could find. The first person I approached, a gray-haired man walking his dog, glanced at me with a perplexed expression as I asked about the whereabouts of Ishtar's grandmother. Mary. Her name was Mary. After countless explanations, He shook his head, a hint of sympathy in his eyes, and muttered, "Sorry, son, I've never heard of her."

While they were all gathered at an undisclosed location strategizing and preparing on how to launch a successful attack on Marcel's mansion Kate left her husband's side and cat-walked into center stage with a glass of wine in hand. Tapping her glass gently with a spoon she got everyone's attention_ well she already had most of their attention with the swinging of her waist and hips. “I want to thank you all for gathering today but I couldn't help but notice most of us here even though we are not showing it in our faces are very much terrified to go come against Marcel due to the many rumors about him being the devil- Blue death as many of you call him. Well I am here to tell you that the rum

She said, "My boyfriend and I were already planning to get married. Luke just killed him like it was nothing. Of course I didn’t want to be with someone like that — but I still have my parents... and my boyfriend’s parents to take care of. I couldn’t let them all die because of me, could I?" Roy exchanged a look with Jack. Marcy really was beautiful — she was even a model for a magazine — so it wasn’t surprising that Luke had his eye on her. But they hadn’t expected Luke to resort to such extreme methods to take her. "How did your boyfriend die?" Marcy sighed. "A car accident. The other driver was drunk — he went to prison. I originally thought it was just an accident, but a few days later,

Black liquid, blood, soaked the dirty carpet; some of them had splashed onto her face and her khaki coat. “He’s so hot, even in death,” Marc said from her side. His name was Marcus, but everyone called him Marc. “It’s an incubus. Of course, it’s good-looking. Stop talking like that about a dead body. Disgusting.” Danica shut him up. Her coat stripped off, she wiped the smelly blood off of her face with it.