Nick Carter Killmaster Books Novels & Stories

We were both willing to do whatever it took to stay on top—and Tessa was about to find that out. She was already asleep when I got home. I headed straight to my room and shut the door, then took out the thick, black-covered book from my drawer. People kept diaries to record moments. I kept a book filled with names—names of the people I had killed. ‘Chief Paul Barnes.’ I wrote it down in red ink, then closed the book and slid it back into the drawer.

Hank’s POV The last time I saw Nora, I realized she was the next-door neighbor to a hitman. Carter Jones had no principles when it involved his targets. For as long as there was money involved, he wouldn’t mind whom he killed for it. In the course of trying to warn her, the question was directed at me due to how I mistakenly mentioned his full name, but how could I tell her who I used to be? Since she wasn’t ready to move out, I decided to secretly protect her.

He held my gaze for a long, heavy moment, then said quietly, “You’re learning fast.” I shivered. Not from cold. From the realization that maybe he was right. Because somewhere inside this mansion, between their secrets, their lies, and their strange, careful silences, someone already knew the truth. And someone was willing to kill to keep it buried. Mr. Carter’s tone hardened. “Can he talk?” “Not now, sir. But when he woke briefly, he managed to say two words before he passed out again.” Mr. Carter leaned forward. “What words?”

Carter muttered under his breath. “How does Killian exist if RiverPride was completely destroyed?” Asher asked again. “What happened at that war, grandpa? Why is there nothing about it in our books or even in Council archives?” Carter shifted, his hands shaking as he held onto his mug for dear life. I could sense that the memories of the Cold War wasn’t something he wanted to relive.They were already haunting him.

Niccolo said as he took a cigarette out of his pocket. "Where is him anyway?" Vladimir asked as he pulled the chair next to Carter. "I don't have an idea but I saw him leave the mansion a while ago," Niccolo answered. "What color of car did he used?" "His red car." Vladimir stood up. "Oh fuck." "What's the matter, dude?" Carter asked. "He'll blow off steam and it means: he'll kill anyone he pleases to kill." "Oh fuck!" All of them except for Vladimir blurted.

Alex pressed his finger to her chin and raised her chin up so she could look at him. "I have never said this to anyone so you will be the first to hear it," He started with a deep, smokey voice that sounded more like a whisper but loud and clear enough for her to hear every single words he said. He went on, "I am grateful to you. I am so grateful that you killed Keisha. You came up with a great masterpiece that is in my favor. If you haven't killed her, then I wouldn't have being so obsessed to bring you here and a masterplan wouldn't have come to play."

"She is delivered to you, as per your order, Master." Killian chuckled at her stiff posture. He patted Nicole's butt and walked to Cara. Blood drained Cara's face when Killian stood in front of her. "We met again. I still remember the pleasure of our last meeting. Cara Salvatore!" Cara took a step behind with a fastened heartbeat. Her eyes widely searched for Kim. "Don't look for your saviour, dear Cara. Because I killed her. The bitch was spying on me. Ah! I miss her. She was too good at sucking my dick!" Killian said as he moved near her and grabbed her hand tightly. "What should I do with you, Cara? Kill you or keep you!"

Summer’s Point of View [Senior Carter, also known as Gregorio Feed Carter, will soon be stepping down from his current position. He is expected to announce his successor and reveal who will assume his power.] [Steven Carter, the young and successful businessman, is currently in a coma after being shot by his childhood friend, who was suspected to be his mistress.]

“We cleared the club. Caught three brokers.” “First, you steal cannabis, hallucinogens, Rophynol, the Special K. Do you know how much each packet of those costs? How much you’ve robbed from me?” I roared at Nico’s face. “And now you go behind my back and get involved with the Ivanovs?” The name set an alarm inside Nico. His chest heaved with fear and regret, confirming my intuitions. I bet he wished he could turn back time and undo his mistakes. Too late.

Then I found the final piece. A small USB drive taped to the inside wall of the safe. Grayson raised an eyebrow. “Please tell me that’s a confession video.” I inserted the drive into the old computer sitting in the archive. The screen flickered to life. A video file appeared. FILE NAME: RICHARD_CARTER_1989 I clicked play. The screen was filled with static. Then the image cleared. Richard Carter appeared on camera. Younger. Nervous. Marcus whispered, “No way ”