Otaku Murderer Novels & Stories

“It was his paper for a science fair experiment,” Sasha explained, “the one that got featured on the local news nishikie with Himiko’s portrait. I was finally able to confirm it in the library archives.” “But Tamerlane…” Aki mumbled. She still found it hard to say the name of her father’s murderer. “I know,” Sasha said. “I have a feeling that Tamerlane and the ‘Trailblazer’ are one and the same person.” “I see…” Aki said. “So he was the one who left behind the transcript on Ichi Geki Ken, the One Touch Death Strike.”

Even with the perfect pitch in her voice, her fingers still trembled, "It's funny you think that I can apprehend a grown man, tie him to a pillar, and do that." "Not you," Antonio cut in. Although they just met, she was beginning to grow an intense hatred for him; he reminded her of Mason. God bless his soul. "then who? And what are you doing here if it isn't me? Shouldn't you be out there chasing the murderer?" He chuckled, "This murderer isn't just any high street murderer; slices were precise and orderly; this murderer is also very learned, if I must say, knew enough, keeping his victim alive for hours as he met out the...."

He interrupted, "I think I've heard a senior of mine from the bureau mention that 30 years ago, the chairman from the Dutton family murdered two of his lovers overseas. "After he returned to the country, he raped and murdered a young woman who was only 16 years of age. He even dismembered her body, then drove a luxurious sports car out to discard the parts. When he was arrested, not only was there absolutely no sign of terror or remorse on his face, he even smiled creepily at the cameras! "According to that senior of mine, throughout decades of his career arresting vicious criminals, that man from the Dutton family was probably the sickest of them all."

he chuckled. “I don’t know you or what you do, but I’m sure I want no part of it” and his hands were already at the handle. The girl raising the gun didn’t scare him anymore. He wanted to be as far away as possible. “Not even if you can find your parents murderers?” he asked. Takashi’s hands stilled and he turned back to the man. “How do you know they were murdered?” he asked. “I know a lot of things” he replied relaxed.

This cretin might have wished he had never met Cara Davidsons. He had committed countless cold murders. Bloody killed numerous count of people that wore the devil’s face. He had tortured those who betrayed him and many other things that made his soul eligible to burn in hell. However, never he had ever killed a man out of jealousy, especially over a single woman. Not until now. Damon stared at the dead, tortured body, twisted grotesquely without an ounce of remorse. Then he called for Davien and said. “Send the fucker’s head to his father and put a note. Debt has been paid.”

IT ALL STARTED IN ROME, 2010 He walked among the dead bodies in the park, his eyes searching every single familiar face. “Sir, we need to leave,” Nicholas said as he followed him, but Victor Kade raised a hand to stop him from getting close. He saw his very close friend and squatted next to him, watching his body. His body had been brutally cut, and his left hand was severed; it was the sign of the Zachary belt whenever they attacked. Victor felt a tear run down his face. Brown had died in his place.

I reach across the desk and put my hand over hers the way I did before Kira woke up, and this time there's no archive work providing cover for it, it's just the gesture itself, plain and deliberate. She turns her hand over and holds mine. "The murders were curated," I say. "From a list built years in advance. By someone who knew exactly what she was building toward and had the access and the patience to build it correctly." "Yes," Juniper says. "Then we need to know who else is on the list," I say. "Who's left. Who's next." Juniper's grip on my hand tightens fractionally. "Dante is on it," she says. "I'm almost certain."

My phone rang, but I ignored it and went in. Upon seeing me, Henry hung up and handed a case closure form to me. “I’ve found the murderer. Sign this.” I skimmed through the contents and felt my heart twist in pain. In the morning, Henry had promised to help me take revenge, but at this very moment, he was protecting the murderer and had just found a scapegoat to deceive me. “You’re saying that a terminal-stage cancer patient killed my father as a middle finger to society. Do you really think I’d believe that?”

“Twenty thousand in credit card debt. Four thousand from online loans. Last week, you mortgaged the house your parents left you, took out one hundred thousand, and put it all into a speculative gaming assets investment. “And that investment collapsed the day before yesterday. “Overnight, you lost everything and ended up buried in debt.” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Yes, I needed money. But that didn’t mean I killed anyone. “We have reason to believe you planned this murder to secure the ten-thousand-dollar reward and to take revenge on your boss and colleagues. “You know how these escape rooms work. You led them into the trap, then hid yourself in a safe compartment and controll

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins