Marcy Killers Novels & Stories

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

Marquis mutters the name. " Don't take my son's name in your stupid mouth!" She roars... Marquis's eyes widened when he realized the woman he respected was the one who raised two deadliest and worst Mafia Leaders. The deadliest Mafia leader who killed fifteen Call Girls in a brothel because one of them refused to sleep with him with drugs in her mouth is Mark Timothy. He killed the girl choking her with lots of drugs and ordered another one to do the same. However, when they realized he was trying to use their body as drug vessels, they tried to contact the police until some armed men randomly fired their guns at them.

I can’t stand looking at her, wearing Marcy’s looks, wearing her expressions, and pulling at my heartstrings. “When the Vamps got in, they went after the Luna, two of our guards lost their lives before they got to Leroy. Leroy was found with his throat ripped out,” he let that sink in for a moment. Leroy was the best guard Marcy could have asked for. They had a friendship outside of his responsibilities to her, and she loved his wife and kids like they were our family.

Ever since I was little, I knew my mom didn't want me. My dad, though, kept telling me that she loved me, but some complicated stuff was keeping her away. He said that once I grew up, I needed to find her and claim my place in her life. I always figured he was just making things up so I wouldn't grow up resentful of the motherly love I never had. Then the debt piled up. Dad was scrolling through TikTok, looking for any way to drum up sympathy online, when he suddenly let out a wild yell. "Scrappy! Look, it’s your mom! Pack your stuff, we’re going to find her!" I stared at the screen. The woman in the video was stunning, effortlessly poised, and dripping in old-money elegance. A cold pi

Harvey gave a faint smile and looked at Margie. “What? Are you going to be unreasonable now?” “Harvey, hand us the original footage and we’ll spare your life!” Margie softly scolded him. In the middle of her speech, five killers wielding watermelon knives walked out from the inner parts of the box. “Harvey, you don’t have to resist. These people are infamous killers in Buckwood, you can’t get out of this alive no matter how many tricks you have up your sleeve!” Tommy threatened him.

Marc smiled wickedly, “For the reward of course. As soon as I heard those hunters were offered a reward, I knew it was my ticket out of this shithole. This life has nothing to offer me. The highest achievement would be becoming alpha Grey’s personal ass licker. Well, no thank you. Fuck this system. Fuck the packs and most of all fuck you Noah.” Noah looked at Bruce whose eyes were filled with sadness. He gave Noah a small nod of approval before walking away. Noah swallowed the stone in his throat, “I HEREBY SENTENCE YOU TO DEATH MARC RAIN. FOR TREASON AND DISRESPECT.” Dan howled in approval and quickly the rest followed. Noah transformed and Achak ripped into Marc his flesh. Tearing away ski

Uncanny. The parking lot gaped vacantly with only a few vehicles remaining to mark the sparse occupants staying at the hotel, most of them oblivious to the life-and-death battle that had raged. And, of those who remained, none were watching. From the shadows trotted Marc, still in the form of his red-coated wolf, the bullet wound in his side clotted over but a reminder and punishment of what he'd done. Unable to help himself, he paused in front of a pockmarked hotel door, number seven, where the stench of bleach had wiped the blood away, a blood he'd drawn while under the control of another.

“Ella, I know you hate me. That’s fine. I have plenty of time to make it up to you. I’ve already had your mother buried in the most luxurious cemetery in New Yorke—” “Andrew.” I stopped him. “Do you think that murderers mourning their victims are touching?” Andrew’s hand shook violently. The documents slipped from his grip and scattered across the floor.

Marcus said. "He was terrified. He wasn't mistaken." Marcus stepped closer. Kael moved between us. "Don't," Kael said. "I'm not going to hurt her." "You're not going to touch her." Marcus raised his hands. Mock surrender. "I just want to talk to the girl." "Her name is Aria. And you don't get to talk to her." Marcus's smile finally faded. His face went hard. Cold. The mask slipped, and for the first time, I saw the man underneath. The killer. The monster who had destroyed two families.

A face I’d seen in grainy photos from the failed operation, a face I’d been told was lying in a morgue somewhere with two of Dacre’s bullets in it. Marcus. My hired killer. The man I’d hired to kidnap and permanently dispose of Katherine. He was alive. He was sitting right in front of me. A little paler, maybe. A sharp, nasty scar bisected his left eyebrow, a souvenir from whatever had happened that night. But alive. I didn’t even know what to say as I stood there before him in shock. “I’m alive,” he smiled in that voice that I knew too well. It was like seeing a ghost. A very expensive, very dangerous ghost I’d personally hired.