Nick Carter Killmaster Books Novels & Stories

That answer settled heavily inside the office. The captain looked away first. Because suddenly— Even he realized how deep this situation truly went. — Meanwhile, Charlotte sat inside her office staring silently at the television coverage. Javier Ortega. Cartel killer. International trafficking. Every part of the story felt manufactured. Forced. Clean. Too clean. But what disturbed her most— Was Jace’s confession. He admitted it. So why create another killer? Unless— Richard Norman was cleaning the entire mess permanently. Charlotte muted the television again slowly.

Her lawyer, Reginald Cole, appeared at her elbow — she had called him from inside the station, and he had arrived with the quiet efficiency of a man who billed by the hour and made every minute count. "No comment," he said, smoothly and repeatedly, like a machine. "No comment. Please make way. No comment." A microphone clipped her shoulder. A camera nearly hit her face. Someone grabbed her arm — a reporter, overzealous, too close — and Karma turned and looked at him with such cold, precise stillness that he stepped back without understanding why. She kept walking. The car was parked twenty meters away. It felt like twenty kilometers. "Dr Kuntz, your father was a decorated officer with twenty

The next morning, Carter entered the living room to find Nicole seated on the couch, sipping coffee. Leo was leaning by the door, fussing with his suit jacket, where the air seemed thick with remains of the previous night. Carter's keen eyes took in how Nicole's hand came in contact with Leo's when she handed him something-the looks they held on each other. He couldn't help a slight smirk; he wasn't the only one harboring secrets, anyway. In an instant, Leo was gone and Carter had taken his place across from Nicole. "I've been thinking," he started off serious. "Whoever tried to kill you is still on the loose."

This time Adam decided to explain to her about everything. "He is none other than the Christian Miller who recently won a global award for his impeccable designs. The same man who killed my father to become eligible for that award. ...." he explained how Kelly recorded his conversation with his friend and how Christian targetted the Knight group using Hudson. And why he is targeting Ivy. Because she helped Nikolai.

Grabbing the remote for the sofa arm, I powered on the TV, “Moments ago...” The news reporter announced, “a member from our news team has confirmed that a body was found inside Starbucks bathroom, investigators are now alleging that this small area of the city may be registered as dangerous until they can find our serial killer, suspicions are raised believing that the two recent killings have connected with the disappearance of, nineteen-year-old, bookstore cashier, Charlotte—”

he said in a quiet voice that was almost a whisper. “Are you experienced in cars?” Ivote asked. Charlie stopped for a second before answering. “Y-yes” he stuttered. “Destroy the brakes of his most used car” Ivote said on the other line before hanging up without waiting for Charlie’s reply. Charlie's lips trembled as he gasps. ‘They want to kill Master!’ he said in his mind as he realizes why they needed him as a spy. ‘I-I don’t think I’d be able to do this. I can’t’ kill someone!’ he thought while slowly opening the door of the bathroom.

They just wait and a few days from now, someone will die next to them. I sat in my chair and ignored them. I know they still accuse me but I don’t care what they think of me anymore. I'll just prove to them that I'm the one who kills when it's time for them to die. They don’t catch me that easily. All my plans are fine, nothing will change to that. The next one I will kill is George. He was too talkative.

That old guy pointed at the bookshelf two rows farther. Ryan found a lot of books there, which caught his eyes. While checking out those, he chose a book “Eye of the evil” written by K. Miller. It was a story of a killer who had two different eye colors. His eyes full of rage, resent, one could see a burning hell in his eyes. How that killer killed all of his prey with his own designed equipment and the reasons behind murders, caught in Ryan’s attention. He bought this book.

I looked away as I fixed my hair, and he cleared his throat. Hearing him chuckle, my gaze went back to him. He picked up the book that fell on the floor and showed it to me. It read, 'How to Control the Urge to Kill Someone?' "It really runs in the family, huh?" He smirked, and my hand plucked the book from his. "Yeah, needed it before I could rip your throat out." "As if you can do that." "Are you testing me right now, Carter?" "You bet I am.." He spoke in a low tone that sent shivers down my spine. The frustrating part is.. I don't entirely hate it. This distance between us. The warming and addicting presence of his makes my heart flutter each time our eyes meet.

Nikolai Volkov is dead! The big boss blinked once, then slowly leaned forward in his chair. "Repeat that." "Nikolai Volkov is dead, sir," the man said, a grin forming. "The car exploded. He didn’t get out." A slow breath escaped from the boss's mouth, almost like a release he’d been waiting years for. He stood from his chair, stretching his stiff back, the tension in his shoulders fading. "Finally," he whispered. "Finally, the bastard is gone."