Pinkie Pie Killer Novels & Stories

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

she told him looking worried “Hey, your brother mentioned something about your limited knowledge about this place, how long have you been here?” “About a year or more, I can’t tell anymore" she looked him straight in the eyes “it wasn’t easy getting to this place". “I ......-" he waited for a customer to pass by before he continued in a lowered voice “I wanted to know, that first guy we killed-" “You mean YOU killed" she cut him off “Ok" he sighed “the one I killed, he called me something, he called me Jhin I think, is that my name or is that even a name”

Yifa's POV We maneuvered through countless corners, ascending numerous flights of stairs. The grandeur of the palace's interior surpassed its modest exterior. Intricate walls adorned with antiquated depictions of peculiar locales and captivating people surrounded us. My attention was immediately captivated by a particular frame we passed by. It held a picture of Killian's parents, the former King and Queen. Killian himself bore an uncanny resemblance to King Fenrir, while Derek inherited a blend of his parents' features, particularly Queen Ruby's fair, blonde locks. The striking azure hue of their eyes mirrored their father's. Lost in contemplation, I inadvertently halted my steps. Black, ev

The kind of quiet that is a pause inside a sentence, not a period. The door clicked. He came through it. The silver caught the hall light and threw it back at me, bright and old, and the Verdict Killer walked back into my living room with the same unhurried ease he had left it with. He had taken his gloves off at some point. I had not seen him do it. His hands were bare now long fingers, one small white scar across the knuckle of his right thumb and clean. The skin of a man who had not hurried through whatever he had just done.

"That contains…a footage of you." "I know it doesn't involve killing you because I'm yet to do that." She chuckled, "Quit the show, Mickey." Mickey. That's footage of you 'trying' to kill me back at the convenience store." She shrugged. " The owner sold you out for a few dollars." I took the small item and examined it. Even if she wasn't the Minerva I knew, she was just as dubious and cunning. That disgusted me. Still, the surge of energy was there, and was actively thriving in her presence. Why?

Everyone in the room was looking at Elena defying nature and then suddenly Brian cracked a smile. "You don't care about your life right?" he asked his daughter with a crooked smile and Elena was flaring in anger. "But I wonder, don't you care about Aiden? Because if Alpha Zane gets to know about the indecency of his Beta, then I am sure he will show no mercy on him and after Aiden's death, he will forcefully make you, his. So in either case you are going to be the possession of Zane, choose wisely" her father said with a mocking smile and again sit on the chair to eat food.

I closed my eyes, and the image of that poor dead girl filled my mind—her pale skin splattered with thick red blood, her stormy blue eyes wide and bloodshot, staring blankly from the floor. And that smile. That dreadful, terrible smile, still plastered on her face. But it wasn’t the grotesque image of her death that stirred the uneasy tangle in my chest. It was the truth the coroner had revealed: the poisoned dessert hadn’t been the chestnut cake, but the apple pie. My apple pie. That truth, though kept quiet, was undeniable. The real target had been me. Someone wanted me dead—or at the very least, intimidated. It wasn’t the first time. Ever since Jack’s death, there were always whispers in

"That scar has to be fake! You just want me to be your scapegoat! You're jealous because Mom and Dad always loved me more, so now you're scheming to get me killed." Seeing Emma crying in his arms, Noah grabbed me by the hair and dragged me in front of her, forcing me to confess. "Anna, you were the killer, yet you have the nerve to frame Emma. You evil woman! Apologize to Emma! Maybe then I'll put in a good word with the cops!" Noah's grip was strong, causing my scalp to ache terribly, but it couldn't compare to the pain of being slashed to death in my previous life. I looked up at the two of them viciously, laughing in exasperation.

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"