Nick Browning Killer Novels & Stories

They kept their heads down, their bodies shaking like leaves in the wind. Albin's two lackeys looked horrified as they stared at the needle. Only now did they realize that Albin hadn't fallen by accident. He was the victim of someone else's trick! "Please avenge him, Mr. Hoover!" they cried out, their voices caked with grief. "Did you have a good look at his killer?" Benedict questioned icily, his gaze hostile. "It was a young man in his early 20s." A young man in his early 20s?

My father was aware of the risk and was busy compiling evidence against him before he was killed. I only got to know about all this when Adam was bleeding ten years ago before he told me to run. I couldn’t believe that the person I had loved once was capable of killing because his father ordered him. Nick pretended all those years to be a victim. I don’t know what his agenda was, but he made a fool of us all back then. Nick Matthews might be more dangerous than his father. I could hear footsteps as someone came and grabbed my hand. “Hello, Kiki,”

The policeman in the lead nodded, then explained, "We have. According to our records, the man who attempted to kill you just now was named Gonzales Jones, and he's none other than the killer responsible for the murder of the Nolans in Westbrook, the mass murder that shook the entire country seven years ago. He murdered over twenty-seven people from the entire Nolan family clan, and he has been on the run from the Westbrook Police Department ever since. However, ever since then, he vanished into thin air, and no trace of him could be found. Who would have thought that he would emerge again here in Drunham City seven years later?" With that, the policeman took out a few photographs and handed

Brynne didn't need the high-profile celebrity status anymore because her stalker was dead, taking the eternal pun- ishment he so richly deserved. To date, I hadn't found out exactly what happened to Karl Westman, but I had a really good theory. After my dad had driven us away from the scene, Neil, Ivan and Len stayed back to investigate. My first priority was to get Brynne to safety above all else, and I'd seen plenty of dead bodies to recognize one when I see one. Westman was killed instantly by a high caliber bullet to the head. But by whom?

The blood had pooled around his body. I looked down at the case notes to learn more about who this man was. ALFONZE MICHAEL. 19 years old. Shot outside of Hunter’s Lane. Known to have a crack addiction. Deceased. The second picture was of a white woman with platinum blonde hair, porcelain colored skin and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a salmon pink maxi length dress, and she had also been killed. Her picture was also taken at the crime scene, and yet again, there was no evidence left behind…

His face paled at the thought. “Call the police. This is urgent. Tell them everything that happened. Let them check the CCTV footage,” he instructed Shelburne. Then his thoughts went to Brooklyn. She was all alone at the villa. “I have to go back to the villa. Brooklyn’s all alone,” he said in a panic as he strode out of the office, too worried to listen to Shelburne’s reply. Nikolas had never felt so scared of his own life as he was for Brooklyn. If anything happened to her, he would never be able to forgive himself. He drove like a maniac, faster than lightning in his haste to reach her. Parking the car in front of the villa, he rushed out towards the main door. However, his heart constric

Back then, Alpha Benny had his doubts, but even after investigating everyone involved, he found no clues or anomalies. The dead are gone, but the living must carry on. From that day on, the heavy burden of the Brown Pack fell on Nick’s shoulders. Nick poured two glasses of strong liquor. He spilled one on the ground in front of the tombstone. His handsome face darkened with grief. “Dad, this one’s for you.” He downed his own glass in one gulp, eyes burning with determination. “I know it wasn’t just some random accident. I swear I’ll uncover the truth behind what happened. I won’t let your death be in vain.”

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

"The body was gone." Nobody spoke. Nobody breathed. Even the rain outside seemed quieter. "The body was gone," Adrian repeated. "Victor was gone too." Quinn stared. "What about Mark?" Adrian swallowed. "Mark was still there." The room froze, because that changed everything. For years Adrian had believed Mark died. But according to his own memory, Mark survived. Victor survived. The body disappeared. And somebody removed every trace of what happened. Then Damian suddenly spoke. "What if that's why the killer is targeting everyone now?"

he asked impatiently. “George Brown,” his private investigator replied. And when he saw the confusion on Robert’s face, he continued. “He was an ex-convict, works at an automobile repair shop in the city,” he brought out a brown file, placing it on the table. Robert tore open the file which revealed the images of the so called George Brown who for reasons unknown him, had murdered his wife. A bald man in his mid forties with a huge scar on his forehead. He grimaced at the sight of the man, clenching his jaws as he squeezed the photo in hand. “Where does he live?” he asked through gritted teeth as he stared at the private investigator with blood shot eyes.