Novel & Cerita Paige Killer Porn

But it had to be done. I thought about all the danger you've been in because of me in the last year. The times they hurt you, the times they lied to you, the times they tried to kill you. They came so close. I did everything to protect you. Do you know what Paige told me the last time I talked to her? That day at the lake, when she threw you in the water, I came determined to kill her, but before that she told me: "even if you kill me, Kayler Brown, Carolina will still be a perfect target for your enemies and we both know that

I didn’t care that it was raining, my mate was here. He holds me tight and kisses me hard and as we break apart he spots Hayden’s lifeless body still on the rain soaked ground. Shit! “Do you want to tell me what happened?” his voice is deep, but right now he seems more concerned about me “I killed him” Paige calls from inside the house Daryl looks at Paige suspiciously, “And how did you manage that?” “Magic” Daryl isn’t convinced but doesnt push for more information, instead pressing his nose against my skin and inhaling deeply, he raises an eyebrow at me, “You shifted? I thought you couldn’t”

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.

His parents were worried and didn’t know what to do but at least they could watch over him. He was still laying in his room a month later when Amanda Davis was found with a broken neck. The following month Becky Gonzalez was discovered, and the next month Hailey Pope was killed. All with broken necks, all while babysitting and all with out a single clue. 5 girls in 5 months all in Huntersville. Stacy didn’t know she had been picked as number 6.

She tasted blood as she staggered back, barely catching herself. The room gasped. A good thing the children had long been carried to the nursery by one of the helps. Paige stood rigid, chest rising hard, hand still raised as if shocked by its own force. Her voice trembled—not with guilt, but fury barely contained. “You don’t touch what isn’t yours.” Piper slowly turned back, eyes wet, stunned into silence. Paige stepped closer, her words spilling now, venomously. “You think a kiss makes you a wife? You think desperation turns you into something you’re not? You cheap wh*re!”

Back then, if Paige hadn't stepped in to stop those street thugs from harassing Christina—another product of a broken home—she would've likely been the one dragged into that alley and raped instead. I had spent three years dragging Paige—who had tried to kill herself countless times—out of the abyss. Christina had also repented and sworn to me multiple times that she'd protect Paige for the rest of her life. But the cruel irony was that not only did Paige's husband die in a car accident while delivering documents to Christina, but Paige herself had died on the way to buy her a birthday gift as well. Roland Burstyn's speeding car had hit her, killing both her and her unborn baby.

When she stopped me from calling emergency services, she kept insisting the child couldn't be saved. In the end, the one who couldn't be saved was her own son. She had killed him with her own hands. The police began reviewing surveillance footage. The kindergarten cameras were broken, but the main road camera outside was working. In the footage, Esther could be seen driving in at a moderate speed. She glanced at the playground. Suddenly, she spun the steering wheel and headed straight for a group of children. She didn't try to break. She drove right into them. The police also pulled up messages from her phone.

“I—what?” Elise exhaled. “The night your father was killed… you were supposed to be taken. Not saved.” Lucien’s breath hitched.......barely, but Ariella felt it. “Taken by who?” Ariella whispered. Elise wet her lips. “Someone who’s been hiding behind other names. Other families. Someone who doesn’t want anyone to know they exist.” A beat of silence. Then Elise spoke the words that sank like ice into Ariella’s bones: “Your father’s real killer… is the same person planning to finish what they started.”