Mission Oriented Serial Killer Novels & Stories

A lot of evidence went missing by drowning the victim to death. The police said that the murderer may have already left Woodemp City and that his modus operandi is very sophisticated. The murderer has a strong antisocial personality, and he tends to choose murder victims randomly. He's very dangerous,'' Greg explained. ''Are there no surveillance cameras that could have recorded or filmed anyone suspicious?'' Micheal asked. ''The murderer was smart. The places that he had chosen to commit those crimes had no surveillance cameras,'' Greg said helplessly. ''Greg, could I make these materials public once I help to crack the case?'' Stella asked.

The man’s screams slowly weakened until only broken groans echoed through the hall. Then silence followed. Heavy, Uncomfortable. The smell of steam and blood lingered in the air. Amy’s stomach twisted violently. Drake leaned back lazily on his seat as though nothing had happened. “Now that distraction have been handled,” he said calmly, “let’s continue.” Amy stared at him in disbelief. How could someone switch so easily? How could someone look so calm after that? “Tomorrow’s mission target is Romano X” he paused and looked around.

Zack briefed them on the case. "The Culprits!" Harris corrected. "What do you mean by that?" Zack and Riley asked curiously. "I mean we are looking for two culprits. One flays its victim while the other dismembers. They both seem to have different things that they keep as a trophy. The Flayerman keeps the victim's furs while the accomplice keeps the body part like the arm that is missing. In the end, both of them are bizarre Psychopaths and I swear I will not spare them!" Harris swore as he angrily walked to his desk.

He stopped before me, crouching, a sharp metallic umistakable scent of blood hitting me. I fought the bile rising in my throat. Did he kill someone? How many people did he kill for it to smell like this? My grip on the knife tightened, palm slick with sweat. I should do it. But if I moved too soon and didn't deal enough damage, it might backfire. I swallowed hard. I haven't even stabbed someone before. "Fucking creep," The driver mumbled from somewhere inside. I felt his fingers trace the mole at the corner of my eye, slowly, like he was trying to memorize it. Then he trailed down, fingertips brushing along my neck, stopping at the mole on the back, and goosebumps spread across my skin.

“Mum, it has not gotten to that. We can fix things. Besides, Damon is not a killer per se. He's just doing as the king is supposed to do. But I won't allow him to tamper with you any…” “Listen to me, Danciana!” Madam Rawn interfered. “I knew the family before you were born. Mister Floyd is a serial killer and Damon took after him. Return her and be safe. I'm heading to Peiro's house now” She concluded. “Call my driver” She said, pointing at a guard that was standing some feet away from her. “Mum, calm down!” Danciana exclaimed, but her mum couldn't wait for her to finish up her words before she ended the call and hastened into her room.

As the investigation into the serial killings continued, Miriam and Donovan received a briefing about the next potential target. According to their sources, the killer's sights were set on Senator Harrison Grant, a high-profile politician and close ally of former President Jameson Walker. Senator Grant was a well-known figure in the city's political landscape, having served as a senator for over a decade. He was a charismatic leader, known for his sharp wit and razor-sharp intellect. However, his rise to power had not been without controversy. Grant had been embroiled in several high-profile scandals, including allegations of corruption and cronyism.

The atmosphere hung heavily in the room and I noticed tentative half-smiles amid a general dislike of such melodrama. “The organisational skills and methodology of the killer suggests military training,” I said, feeling myself shaking. I kept my voice flat and cold, saying the things I didn’t like saying that had to be said. “They used a specially adapted Winchester rifle.” Total silence and blank, uncomprehending expressions.

I slowly lift up my head, prepared to see an ugly beast, you know, like beauty and the beast, but what I saw, neither my eyes nor my mind was prepared for it. I looked up to see my handsome black devil, a playful smirk was playing on his lips as he noticed my shock, his deep brown eyes filled with amusement, what the fuck? I couldn't find my voice, in fact, my brain doesn't remember how to form words for my mouth to speak. "Ms. Moor, this is Mr. Dave Williams" Nicole introduced and I just wanted to faint right then and die when he stretched out his hand to me. "Pleasure to meet you Ms. Moor" he smiled, his eyes definitely laughing at me with the way it was sparkling, just tell me, can this d

My head is resting on the window while I remain silent. The employees stare at us as soon as we arrive. The German is too affected by the death of his mother. I helped him remove his shoes and I've sent Angie to get him some tea so he'll sleep better, so better that he'll hopefully never wake up. I shake my head from side to side to push those thoughts away. Killing Sabrina in this way would be my death sentence. The German mafia is more than sensitive to the death of Devora. It is most likely that they are searching for the only heir.

He placed down a picture on the table in front of Janet anxiously. She studied the photo. “Yes that’s Orlando who used the ninth floor.” She confirmed. “It’s also Elijah.” He placed his folder down. “I tracked his payments to a surgeon here. Same initials EJ, but not the name of the patient. He covered his tracks well.” “But why go through all of this just to kill random women in this city? He could’ve done that anywhere.” Jason asked, trying to place the pieces together. “He is a serial killer, but now he is a serial killer puppet. Fairchild.” Antonio slapped another photo down of Rebecca. “She is working with Christopher Sanders, your uncle, to bring down Dan.”