Mr Softee Killer Novels & Stories

“Because the way he tossed you out, doesn’t that feel familiar? Doesn’t it feel like what men like him always do once they’re done using you? He let you go because he doesn’t need you anymore. His deal is more important to him and he would give you away just to get what he wants.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “If he really loved you, he would’ve fought for you. He would’ve told me no, even if it risked the deal. But he didn’t. He let you walk, because he's done with you. You weren’t some cherished woman he couldn’t let go of. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip.” “Stop it,” I said, rising to my feet. He stood too, voice low and burning. “Your father, what would he think

I added, "you're not much of a man. I don't blame Cindy for tossing you aside!" He was responsible for my death in my past life too. I wasn't letting either of them off the hook. Shaun kicked Cindy out of his house and filed for divorce. Cindy begged him desperately, but Shaun showed her the medical report he'd gotten from the last time she was admitted to the hospital—she had STD. The stomach pain she'd had at the police station that day was feigned, but the STD was real. In the end, with no other option, Cindy confessed the identity of the man she'd been seeing.

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

“Look, I understand where you’re coming from and I don’t blame you. I just need you guys to trust me okay?” Nico sighed, leaning back in his seat. “I’ll try, but if anything happens to my baby sister, I’m going to kill you.” He said jokingly, his smirk returning. Dante rolled his eyes at him for the umpteenth time, final relaxing in his chair. “Don’t you mean, you’ll ask me to let you kill me?” He asked, his voiced tinged with mockery. “I’ve been training you know? I’m pretty sure I could kill you if I tried.”

He finalised. "Yes sir." He says with a whistle. "by the way, who was she to you?" He asks, and heavy silence envelopes the place. "My toy." Arnold says. I gasp in surprise a bit too loud perhaps. "I think someone overheard our conversation." another voice says. My heart drops to my stomach, and without thinking I begin to take steps back, before turning around on my feet and running for my life. "Find them, whoever it is, and kill them." I hear Mr. Knot bark. Not once do I stop, not once do I look back. Until I'm back in the safety of my house. ---

, he asked in curiosity. "Sort of" "But how can you be so sure that your groom is partying right now and fucking other girls?", he inquired. "Come on, he is....", I was talking aloud. However, then I realised I shouldn't talk about my would-be husband before everyone. I lowered my voice and leaned to him. "He is the leader of the biggest mafia gang", I whispered. "Mafia?", he exclaimed. "Yes. And you know how these mafia people are. They have no morals and they love fucking around", I grumbled. "Though I heard he is the CEO of a renowned tobacco company, who cares?"

Behind her, unknown to her, pressed against the wall, Mia stood whimpering and horrified, throwing up after witnessing all that had happened. Karma rolled her eyes nonchalantly, “I thought you left?” She walked over to where Mia stood shivering, “tsk tsk tsk tsk! He deserved it. And no, I am not evil. I am actually serving justice because everyone he had hurt, which includes a ten years old boy who is currently in the hospital, because that monster sexually molested him and threatened him. So you see, I am the good guy here.” Karma turned to look at her handwork, satisfied with a bright smile on her face. “Oooohhh! Your balance. Mtchew, I forgot. I have cash, hope you don't mind taking cash?

None of them had gotten it right. The real thing standing in my doorway, catching the light from my hall lamp was something else entirely. It was not costume. It was not theater. It was a specific, intentional, centuries-old object, and it was being worn by a man who had chosen it the way a man chooses a signature. The Verdict Killer was standing in my living room. I want to be precise about what that meant. Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle.

He got calls from producers and editors at least twice a week. Everyone wanted to use the motel to film the ten year reunion of the only surviving victims of the 'motel muderers' as the news had taken to calling them. That is how 'murder motel' had come about and stuck. They wanted Lacey, Andy and the kids show up and talk about what happened. They were hoping that Lacey and Andy would blame Owen, with sparks flying on national television. Conflict made for higher ratings apparently.

Mae didn't find the sight gory, it wasn't the first time someone was dying in front of her but she just couldn't believe the man who had single handedly killed six men to bring her yet was just shot dead by him. "This is a Russian pistol, Tokrev Tt-33," Leo was back to swirling the gun's trigger guard around his finger when he spoke to her."Someone recently gifted it to me and look, I just launched it." He laughed and brought his face to her."You didn't think I'd just kill you like that, did you?"