Pembunuh Grace Novels & Stories

I frowned. “What do you mean?” “It looks like someone had deliberately removed all the evidence relating to Anahita Bajaj’s death. There are no police records or anything. In fact no one actually knows what happened. I talked to one of the servants of the Bajaj mansion and he told me that Anahita Bajaj death was not an accident, it was a murder. But again he’s not sure.” The last information surprised me. It might be a possibility that she was murdered. But why would someone want to kill her. What actually happened?

He walked around the hood and got into the driving seat, as we drove out of the parking lot. "Nikolai..." "Yes, baby girl?" "Who shot me?" "Grace's hitman." I suspected that it was her, well, now I know for sure. Grace belonged to a mafia family, of course, she won't back down without a fight. I just didn't expect her to react this fast, I mean, it hadn't even been twenty-four hours before she sent her hitman to kill me off. I ran a hand through my hair and cringed as they were all dirty and had dried-up blood in them. I passed out on the sidewalk and it was not pretty at all.

Aiden let out a low growl and fisted his hands. “I enjoyed the smell of her blood; she was a fighter you know. She kept running. When we got tired of chasing, I took the gun from Williams and shot her. Pushed her lifeless body from the small cliff and watched as she went down,” Caroline slapped Grace before she could continue further. “You are a disgrace to the pack,” she sneered with rage. “I trusted you. You killed your own daughter without any remorse,” Caroline yelled stepping towards her. “She failed me and did not deserve to live,” Grace hissed as Caroline sent another punch towards her ribs.

Coming back to the present, Stephen glared at Graham who is shuffling from one foot to another. "I asked you a question, Graham. Why did you kill Grace? And why the hell did you summon me into the middle of nowhere?" he asked taking a threatening step towards Graham. Graham stumbled a couple of steps away from Stephen with fright. "I had to tell you something important. So I had to kill Grace to summon you" he said hastily before Stephen could kill him. Stephen frowned.

Ember’s jar of anger, long been contained and sealed since her father got killed during a mission abroad, shattered into pieces. “Cases similar to your daughter went cold since no one dares to fucking open their mouth. No witness, therefore, no one to blame. The one who killed your daughter – “ “She committed suicide!” “Oh, fuck suicide, Miss Grace. She was murdered and, you know what they did as well? Barbecued her.” Miss Grace averted her gaze and Ember heaved out a sigh. “Those killers are out here in your neighborhood or somewhere far, targeting more… killing more for God knows what reason.”

Across from her, an old she-wolf from Frostpeak added wood to the flames. “You still carry them,” the elder said gently. Grace didn’t look up. “I buried everything else.” “You still wear his name.” Grace finally glanced up. “He doesn’t deserve it.” “But the boy did.” Grace nodded slowly. “Johnson changed me. Made me want something better. Something cleaner.” The elder stirred the fire. “What about Ethan?” Grace’s jaw tensed. “He’s a memory now. That’s all.” “A living one?” Grace shook her head. “Not anymore. Word reached me last moon. A bloodstained pendant found near Howling Gorge.”

"Is he okay?" "I don't think so but I don't know what happened in there." I walked over to Adrian and crouched down in front of him. "Adrian, we need to go home, can you stand up?" He looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time. "He killed her." "What?" "He killed Grace, he told me everything, he killed her and he's been living with it for thirty years." Adrian's voice was flat. "And now he's dead and I'm the only one who knows."

I told the taxi driver to stop when I saw Nina who was standing in front of a house. After paying for the taxi fee, I ran over to Nina. “Nina, does Doctor Grace live here?” “Doctor Grace lives and opens a practice here. But it’s a shame she passed away for no known reason a few days ago,” Nina replied. “She was the doctor who helped me get the DNA test results from Boy who was in the cursed tomb and someone who shot Terrence in the shoulder, the shooter was the real Boy.” I grabbed Nina by the shoulders and explained the reason why I was looking for Doctor Grace's house.

The most pressing question was about her involvement or knowledge of Grace's actions, which had led to the loss of many lives. Cassandra answered every question with poise and honesty, explaining that she had been completely unaware of Grace's sinister plans. She expressed her profound shock and dismay upon learning the truth. "I want to make it absolutely clear that I had no knowledge of Grace's involvement in the demolition," she stated firmly. "I was just as much a victim of her actions as anyone else."

I had made up my mind to leave that place and head somewhere far away. It was a choice I had made on my own. I wanted to get away from all those people and things and start a brand-new life for myself. "She's been asking to see you, insisting on one last meeting," the police officer said, looking at me with a hint of pity. "Will you go?" I stopped what I was doing with my hands for a moment. I remembered her in a white dress, smiling at me in the field, and the firm way she wrote the word 'quagmire' in her autobiography as she was dying.