Murder Drones Emily Romane & Geschichten

“Uff... Mom, from when is she walking like this?” “Around fifteen minutes, since he hurriedly took her bath and dressed up. I told her to sit down, but she was in some other world that she didn’t even respond. I doubt if she at least heard.” Emily shook her head and sighed. “What happened to her? Is Drake really that cruel and dangerous?” “I think so. Kai messaged me a minute back after the people he killed for no reason, gave money to the family and terrified them that they none registered a complaint.”

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

"You can't love me more than I do for you, honey. I'll be here" She loved Nicole to the end of the world for it. As her car turned on and prepared itself, increasing its gear to the fullest speed, one good enough to transport her to another city in the fastest jiffy on the planet, Emily once more secured her eyes behind those glasses, sealing her already existing animosity. "I'm coming for you Carl. You won't take my son and live". "Hello, Lieutenant. Yes, there's a situation, yes, an attempted murder. I need you behind me in 10 minutes"

dog. Night fell completely. The signal in the mountains was weak, cutting on and off. I pulled out my backup phone and slipped in an anonymous SIM card. As soon as the internet connected, my WhatsApp exploded. In the company group chat, Melissa had posted a long message, accusing me of cruelty. The message read, "Everyone, please judge for yourselves. I only wanted to borrow her drone to find Max, but she kicked it straight into the lake. Max is still lost in the forest, probably dead, and she just walked away. How can someone be so cold and vicious?"

“We don’t have a big role in his agency. Let’s say, we're only assigned to eliminate people who act as obstacles for Marcellus.” “So you all are hitmen?” I raise a brow. Bryce nods. I am one of Marcellus’ obstacles like a thorn he cannot step on barefoot without bleeding. I know he isn’t at my level, but come on, he’s not that low either. Hitmen? Seriously? If Emily hadn't gone to that building, she wouldn't have heard the conversation happening inside, and I would have remained unaware of it. But just because I didn’t know, does that mean I would have been in danger? Not at all. I would have been able to handle these guys without any trouble.

I had to protect Emily and Anita at all costs. *** EMILY’S POV I woke up drenched in sweat and breathing very hard as a result of the nightmare I'd just had. It had been so vivid, I was shocked to find out that it was a dream, but I was glad it was just a dream because, in it, Dominic lay in a pool of his own blood—lifeless. I tried to calm myself down as I tried to push the terrible image out of my head. It was not real. It was not real.

Cruel. Emily’s chest tightened, but she didn’t flinch. She stepped forward, into the belly of the slaughterhouse, into the heart of her nightmares. This time, she wasn’t the prey. This time, she was the fire. The laugh echoed off steel and concrete, twisting through the hollow belly of the slaughterhouse. Emily froze in the aisle between rusted pens, the pistol steady in her grip, her heart hammering so loud she thought it might shake the walls. The sound of him — that low, knowing laugh — scraped down her spine, peeling back years of scars.

Black challenged him to laugh making his grown fangs lightly stick out "Greatest" he hissed While they are fighting back violently Renee could finally move her fingertips Then she moved her hand to place it on her bleeding neck, and sat weakly, staring at her Mate who was being punched by John. She got confused, and then she started seeing everything turn red The trees disappear and the color overwhelms them, Zayn and John disappear in front of them until they are surrounded by a red world only And there was nothing else “Kill him.” A woman whispered from behind her, turning around in fear, taking a few steps back

"Come with us, my dear. We have a facility. You will be safe there. Away from this... criminal." His hand moved toward her arm. Emily saw Ethan’s muscles coil. She remembered his warning. If they touch what is mine, I will kill them. If Ethan attacked a Councilman, it was over. They would hunt him down. She would lose her only protector. She had to act. Before Drake could touch her, and before Ethan could snap, Emily stood up abruptly. She slapped Drake’s hand away. The sound echoed in the penthouse. The detective gasped. Drake looked stunned. Ethan froze, his eyes widening.