My Killer Vacation Novels & Stories

Tomorrow marked the second week of their long vacation. Ezekiel was very secretive of their last destination. He told Lucia that it was meant to be a surprise for them and he didn't reveal until they were receiving their boarding pass. Upon checking their last visiting destination, Lucia's eyes widened with both surprise and excitement. Of all places, Ezekiel decided to close their vacation by taking her to Africa and precisely to Kenya,her dream country.

"Ma'am, your prayers have been heard, and the evil spirit has now been purged. We have to return and report this to our monastery. All your son needs to do is rest, and he'll be able to walk by tomorrow." As he spoke, Lucas briskly packed up his tools, clearly preparing to flee. I stood silently in the shadows at the bedroom doorway, watching this absurd and bloody farce reach its end. It was almost time. I quietly slipped back into the living room and took out the phone I had prepared in advance. The moment the exorcists swiped that card, I'd already had the number prepared on my phone.

“Appreciate it.” He opens the fridge. “You want a beer?” “Yeah.” He tosses me one before grabbing his own. “Want snacks or something?” “Nah, I’m good.” We both sit down. Then he looks over at me. “So how was the vacation?” I take a long sip first. “It was going great,” I admit. “But between my ex-wife, Maya’s ex, and them weird ass frat boys next door? These motherfuckers pretty much ruined the whole trip.”

I kept my lie strong, i could not let him see the earthquake inside me. “I am no monster,” he scoffed. “I am just a man who knows how to keep what is his. I am not the devil everyone says I am. I am just good at business. If you think I am a monster, you can leave but you will not. You are enjoying the danger and the power. That is why you are still here.” He was wrong. I was here because I needed to know the truth and the truth was getting farther from him. The real killer was still out there, I was sleeping with the enemy of my supposed enemy.

But she didn’t cry. She looked around again—and spotted a photo she hadn't noticed before. Her father. Smiling. Standing next to Lucien. And a third man. She picked it up, heart racing. The third man was the same man from her father’s funeral. The one who disappeared before she could speak to him. The real second killer? The plot thickened. And Ariella was done waiting for the truth to come to her. She would dig it up herself. Even if it buried her.

"This is Sandra from Eternal City News and as you can see there's been a murder and the victim is yet to be identified, are our citizens safe we keep asking ourselves-" Marcel turned the television off at that point and started thinking on what happened when he left the hotel dumpsters with Kim and the bald man. “Hey isn’t that where you were last night?” Jacob suddenly spoke up from behind Marcel “Jeez man you scared me and keep your voice down would you, don’t want your father finding out I was out late last night do you?” Marcel whispered a little loud. “besides whatever that happened did happen after I left because I didn’t see anyone there before I left with those two".

Kumuha ako ng pizza at kinain ito. It's August 15 Today in the Morning. Tumunog ang cellphone ko kaya naman agad ko itong kinuha sa sofa namin at tinignan kung ano iyon. It's a text message from my investigator he send to me a information that i will be using on my revenge. Intayin nyo ko dahil malapit na malapit na ako lubos lubosin nyo na ang mga buhay nyo! August 16,Start of the my revenge rather my game. Napangisi ulit ako at tumayo na para at mag ayos para makapagmanman sa mga kilos ng pamilyang pumatay sa magulang ko.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

“Don’t blame yourself, April. There was no way you could have known he’d be there. You did what you could. If you want to blame someone, blame the killer. None of those kids deserved what happened, and that includes you.” My eyes tear at his words. I know that what he’s saying is true, but I can’t help but feel the way I do. Leaning back, I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. Connor wraps his arms around me and buries his face against my hair. “Alright, then good news. DJ Burgman lives outside the City in Connecticut. And Morales has lived in the Dominican Republic with his grandparents since his rescue. From what I gathered, he’s fine. I’m assuming the killer doesn’t view him as

” “Are you talking about Kennedy or Julliette?” “Both.” Keyla nodded her head in understanding, pondering my words before speaking again. “Were you serious about the vacation, or are you just trying to run away from those two women?” I chuckled dryly, “can it be both? We all deserve a break, right? And momma did always say she wanted to visit Hawaii. I still have some vacation days, and I can pretend I need some time to recover from everything.” “Let’s do it!” Keyla said excitedly.