Nick Carter Killmaster Books Novels & Stories

Left to look around and reacquaint myself with my home away from home. I pull off my coat and glance over to see him picking up the pieces until he pulls the picture free, looks it over, and then leans in to look over the box that is sat open. He frowns harder and reaches inside, lifting out a book and dropping it back in. “Tasha. She was supposed to pick up what was left of her stuff and leave my key card back with Frank. Guess she was a lot more pissed than I gave her credit for.” He drops the photo in the box and turns to open a cupboard to retrieve a brush and pan to clear up the mess. I wander over, eyeing up the broken shards and lean up to catch a glimpse inside the box. The picture i

There is no rhyme or reason to such an act. ‘People do strange things in the heat of the moment, sir.’ ‘Don’t I know that already Navpreet ...’ said the inspector thoughtfully. He crossed his legs and took a deep breath. ‘Twenty-six years since I joined the police force, there is very little left for me to see. And one thing I have learnt – murder is an amateur’s crime. Of course, I am talking about the regular cases, not serial killers or gangsters. Murderers, they are ordinary people like you and me ... with just one difference. Their common sense has been trumped by their desire for love, freedom, money or power. It is usually one of these. And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter rou

Whom he never knew that it was his own brother, Cryp. There were some doubt to the former grandmaster's death since Terry loved his brother and she was loyal to him. How could she kill her brother with no reason? When Zero entered Terry's chamber, one of the books in the shelf was slit. It was an electronic box that took Zero to open for more than 3 days. It contained the letter of Terry telling his brother, the grandmaster that Cryp had been planning a death kill and she was going to stop him. However it went the wrong way and both of them were killed by Cryp.

Why? Nick was stunned for a moment, and then his mouth twitched. Needless to say, it must have something to do with Third Young Mistress! Did Master Handerson really go to save her? Or did he go to do something romantic? Nick, the first killer of Canada, felt that his mind was in a mess, and he wanted to be quiet!

The smoke from my cigar curled toward the ceiling of the study, thick and suffocating. The taste of Amaya’s lips and the ghost of her hands in my hair were a fever I couldn’t sweat out. That girl was a problem I didn’t know how to handle. A sharp knock vibrated through the heavy oak door. "Enter," I said, not bothering to look up from the map spread across my desk. Nathaniel walked in. He looked like hell. Whatever he had been up to at night led to the navy sweater around him being snagged, and there was a dark, dried smear of something that looked like blood on his jaw.

"Met an old contact. This recording. It is about my brother." Evan stepped closer. "Play it." I plugged it into my laptop. Hit play. The voices filled the room. Christian giving the order. Clear as day. Evan went still. His face drained of color. "That is my dad. Kade... no." "Yeah," I said. I stopped the audio. "Not Vance. Your father ordered Nikolai killed." He sank onto the bed. "This cannot be real. He is tough but not... not murder." I sat next to him. "It is real. Dmitri checked it. Dates match. Everything."

The Iron Wolf pack's weakness is. Bloodclaw spies may have infiltrated our business meeting. Need to set a counter-trap... Aiden seems stressed today. I’ll make his favorite steak tonight. Maybe that will help. Every page was about me. My career, my safety, my preferences. She kept every part of me in her heart. My tears mixed with the rain, dripping onto the charred pages. In a corner of the pit, I saw a small wooden object. I carefully dug it out. It was a hand-carved wolf head, only the size of my fist, but the craftsmanship was breathtaking.

Her heart was almost turned into pieces. Nathaniel hugged his wife, Kristina. " We will avenge Carina's sudden death. Carter was still under investigation and admitted to being the master of this murder," he told Kristina while gritting his teeth. He couldn't believe that the 16-year-old, Carter planned this. There must be people behind him who taught him. He was just a minor. "Mom, Dad," Chad went to the morgue as well to see his Tita Carina. He was calming and controlling his emotions since he arrived as he was the one giving support and comforting Chelsey.

“Word on the underworld is that these cats are an organized front with a huge vendetta against T.H.E.M. Rumor is they were headed up by Nick Jin after he broke out of the slammer last year. I assume I don’t need to tell either of you who Nick Jin was.” “Yeah, we’d met,” I say tersely, definitely not wanting to get into my complicated Nick Jin back story with this surfer guido. “Well, cats are saying Nick kicked the bucket within the last couple weeks, though in this biz I’ve learned not to count my corpses until I’ve seen with my own eyes that they’ve croaked.” “He’s dead. Trust me. I put the bullet in his brain personally,” I say. Chuck whistles appreciatively, and gives me a new appraising

"Ofcourse, it's Master Gerald. I evermore wondered what they got up to when they were in the piano room together definitely not rehearsing some piano pieces." I'm afraid, I did not know what, I had just apprehended. Hearing Hectors final say had me a little baffled. I suppose even if Milton was the perpetrator, I would still have been dismayed. I was right then, Master Milton displayed so much hatred for his little brother but he was not the perpetrator. Master Gerald was and is the silent killer. He was always composed during any sort of altercation. Composed? Was it because he knew, he had already played Judas... or that he had the upper hand.