My Killer Vacation Novels & Stories

8 - Aurora “Yeah right, you were off with the Corleone’s. So it still counts as vacation. You were in the tropics. Everyone knows Lady C uses her business trips to vacation. And you got to hang out with Lady C and her walking I*******m filter.” He says, setting his laptop on the coffee table and opening his arms for me to join him back on the couch.

"Yeah, tomorrow." "Is there a reason why? It's not exactly the best time to be vacationing right now." "The vacation was actually a joke. I know, I'm not as funny as you." "So, was the whole thing a joke, or…?" his voice trailed. Both he and Luke looked at me funny and I could feel my cheeks burning at how awkward I was being. I let out a nervous laugh. "Okay, seriously, we do need to leave for Alaska because my grandfather was murdered."

Savage proclaimed. “What are we discussing?” A skinny man with a badly scarred face strolled up. ColdKill, a well-known assassin. “I’m planning to lighten Me Lord Danbury’s load!” “Oh, are you?” ColdKill lifted a bushy gray brow. Clever eyes astute. “Indeed.” Savage declared. “Me and the boys here were just looking for some amusement and I’ve gotten word the man plans another tour this way from Nightway with all the goods he’s earned from the Nightway Queen.” Savage made a vulgar gesture of thrusting to emphasize how exactly Danbury had earned the goods.

The clip had been edited and spread everywhere. In the version on the internet, I was a temperamental pregnant woman who had been driving drunk and caused the accident. I had thrown a fit at the rescue site, occupied resources, and almost killed Maya. The pile-on came overnight. The whole country wanted me dead. "This woman is sick. How can a person be this disgusting?" "Using her pregnancy as a weapon. Going after a rescue squad. Awful." "I hope she miscarries." Every kind of rot ended up in my mentions.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

Why was I standing here like some desperate stalker? Why did I care if she ate? Why did I find myself checking the security feeds just to make sure she was sleeping? I was Bane Valak. I had dismantled empires and executed men without a flicker of hesitation. I was the apex predator in a city filled with wolves. And yet, I found myself paralyzed by the sight of a twenty-five-year-old girl who looked like she’d break if I breathed on her too hard. It was supposed to be simple. Amaya Vancouver was a spoil of war.

But as usual he hadn't let her get the satisfaction of seeing a frown on his face. “If you ever run away from me, Vina, I will come and find you. This world isn't big enough to hide you from me,” he boasted, almost making her want to play this game of chase. She was very close to testing him if not for the mission that she had been assigned with. Killing someone would definitely take priority over anything else. According to the profile of the victim that she had been given, this woman herself had been a killer or an Assassin once. This should have scared Vevina instead it made her nerves tingle from the excitement of meeting someone of her own caliber or mental state.

Who knows how long my husband and that business partner have been fucking each other, right? Kyler slid into the driver’s seat and looked at me as he closed the door. “You’re going to join me on my vacation,” he said, smiling playfully, and I almost laughed. He started the engine, looking at the road while still smiling. “You don’t sound like you’re asking.” He snapped his head to look at me, kicking the gas as he scoffed. “You’ll come, anyway.” This guy confuses me like hell. Why is he being like this to me, anyway?

“My little energy sucker might help me fall asleep this time around though. It’s been a while since I was on a plane for more than four hours.” The elevator stops two floors down, and an older couple gets in. “Hello, Ms. Dawson,” the man says. “Hi, Mr. Keller. And Mrs. Keller. How are you?” “We’re good, thank you. Getting ready to brave the rain,” the wife says, bringing her hand up to her hair. “Are you going on vacation?” “We are,” Quinn replies, tipping her head up at me. “Hawaii.” “Oh, you’ll love it!” Mrs. Keller coos. “Our daughter went before her baby was due too. That whole babymoon thing wasn’t around when we had our kids.” She darts her gaze to me. “I didn’t realize you two moved i

Kane stroked his throbbing cock furiously and exploded. Thick ropes of cum painted her full breasts and beautiful face. Vera moaned, scooping some into her mouth and swallowing. They lay there panting, covered in sweat, cum, and her squirt. The storm raged outside. Vera wiped cum from her lips and looked at him seriously. “I know who the real killer is, Kane,” she whispered. “It’s someone from your past. The man you put away ten years ago. He’s out, and he’s coming for both of us.”