Otaku Murderer Novels & Stories

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

He said laughing. "What do you want from me?" I cried out. "Just let me go". "I won't. Why should I? We are mates Lucinda, aren't we". He said. Now, he sounds like a psychopath. He walked close to me and gripped my hair roughly. "You're gonna be my sex toy. You think I'm gonna let you reveal my secrets". He growls at me. Sex toy? No, I need to wake up from this dream. I shoved his hands away from my hair and moved back.

I've had that feeling before and it's still fresh in my memory. “She went up to check on Lila,” I responded, striking a pose as I watched my claws grow longer until they reached their limits. My fangs stuck out of the corner of my mouth, ready to devour whoever would stand in my way. “We have a murderer in the building, maybe more than one. We're not sure.” I spoke with my voice steady and intentional. His brow shot up in a questioning manner. “Morinda was murdered.” His brow twitched as realization dawned on him, he understood the hidden meaning in my words.

Droplets of blood speckled the ground, his clothes, ran down Bryony’s arms and soaked into her socks and sneakers. The murderer—the second murderer, not our Peter—was making a mess of it. Not a professional, obviously, but more likely a young student at the university who was out for an early morning kill, simply to satiate his curiosity. Or he had done it before, but maybe only once or twice, and he still hadn’t developed his skills yet. Poor guy, thought Peter. He really screwed this up. Perhaps he would have had potential, but now nobody will ever know. Bryony’s wide eyes caught sight of Peter, and she fastened her gaze on him neatly, much like the near perfect sound a snap makes when it

“You don’t know anything about me.” “Oh, but I do,” she whispered, her eyes narrowing with hatred. “You’re just like me, Migumi. A killer. A murderer. You can dress it up in whatever noble cause you like, but it doesn’t change the truth. You’ll live with that blood on your hands for the rest of your miserable life.” Charlotte smirked widely.

Thallium poisoning, which was one of the causes of death at a company, in Graham Young County A few days ago, a case was discovered, towards the company of Miss Emerodo The psychopath, who started by poisoning stray cats, was obsessed with lethal substances, his hobby was to apply them to people, even family, Riyjin Tsuki had as a friend since his childhood a very charismatic psychopath and he was very similar to a royal English.

She dragged me by the hair and pressed my chin with her fingers. "What a beautiful sight," she mocked. "A killer dares to question her master's orders. Are you tired of living? You seem like you badly want to die at my hands." "No, God, no. I don't wanna die…" "But you should. It's the only fate that suits you. The same fate you handed over to our beloved Luna." "I didn’t kill her," I sobbed. "Yeah, right. You didn't. Can you prove it? No one believes you, killer. The only people who did are your poor parents. But where are they?" She laughed, gasping dramatically. "Oops. I forgot. They're dead and rotting away."

Lev said. “How? This place is more secure than a maximum penitentiary,” Nikita growled. “Let her spend time with Hunter.” The pleading look in Lev’s eyes broke Nikita’s resolve and he nodded his head. This was bigger than Agron Makolli claiming a Vittori woman, bigger than him never being able to return to Russia and bigger than the godfather coming after them all. Timo Rustanov was the devil incarnate. He was a sick, twisted shell of a man, merciless with his victims. He was wanted for ten counts of murder, torture and defiling a corpse. He’d kept a man’s head staked in his garden for two weeks because the man had stolen from him.

Not even the breeding mare that a werewolf only claim when he’s in need of a good fuck. A Luna is a warrior, a decision-maker. Willing to sacrifice everything for her pack and territory, for peace and vengeance. Everybody might only see a couple of Rogues sneering beneath our eyes. But for me, I see a murderer—one who murdered an innocent friend. Elliot. And tonight, I shall avenge him. As the moon peeked through the branches above, casting its pale light upon the clearing, the Rogues finally spoke. “Valerie Cavitt is my name and spilling your blood shall be my fame.”

Stella looked at the screen and tapped on the table with her fingers rhythmically. She said lightly, "The murderer is a man, about 30 years old, approximately 1.75 m to 1.80 m tall. He should have a thin body and has had higher education. He has a high IQ and a good EQ. His parents and siblings should be dead. He has a good amount of fortune and has a car, which should be a luxurious one. He looks ordinary and has very good speaking skills. He appears harmless at ordinary times, so it was easy for him to hide his intentions."