Pinkie Pie Killer Novels & Stories

That horrific day would have never happened. "What is this?" I heard the familiar deep voice ask, the words cascading over my head like honey. His voice pulled me from the horrific memories that threatened to leak through the dam. My eyes slowly trailed from his emotionless face to his outstretched arm that gestured at my stuffed bear. "Oh this is pickles." I looked up into his stormy eyes, a small smile forming on my face as I remembered when I had named him. "Pickles?" Alpha Killian repeated, his voice trailing off as he looked at the stuffed bear in my hands. I couldn't place his tone, or the emotion on his face but at the time it didn't matter.

I stepped on his d*ck, which was still hurting from the injury that I had inflicted on it. “We are sent by alpha…” The rogue was saying that all of a sudden he died, and the others who hadn't been killed died immediately. “You don't want your identity to be exposed; you all gang up here to catch me, and you ended up killing an innocent lady who must be one of your pack members,” I said, and all of a sudden I could smell the scent of the lady who was killed on one of them. I knew that the person must be related to the deceased girl. I knew that the alpha must have been the one who sacrificed the lady.

And that pumpkin icon—the one with the grin split to the ears, the hollow spiral eyes… It was identical to the tattoo on my wrist and the drawing William’s son made. Lily, my best friend, the person I once thought I could trust with my life, was behind all of this. I kept reading through the chat log. With every line, my throat tightened a little more. Pumpkin: “Remember, after it’s done, leave everything connected to Sophie at the scene. Her fingerprints, her phone, her motive… I want her to be the only suspect.”

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

"That's my abs. And I wouldn't go lower if I were you." I jumped in fright and felt like my soul, and my heart were at the tip of my tongue. On instinct, I turned 180 degrees and threw my fist up. As I did, I noticed Prick taking a few steps back and stood sideward as if he was afraid that I might kick his male petunia again. It's kind of amusing seeing a hybrid scared of a regular human girl like me – well, ordinary killer smile girl at least.

She tucked those fractions of a second into her memory, reined in her triumphant grin, and went back to her steak. She shouldn't have ordered dessert. She was already full. But he said the crème brûlée here was worth trying—he didn't want any, he just ordered one for her. With a patience no professional killer had any right to possess, he explained: a good crème brûlée's caramelized sugar crust should crack cleanly under the spoon, not shatter into rubble. He handed her the spoon; his knuckle brushed the back of her hand. Her hand paused for a beat. Then she flipped the spoon over and cracked the caramel shell with its back—a crisp, clean crack, the spoon sinking in half an inch, the shell s

Blake said excitedly. Everyone moaned. “Alright Blake, I know you made it specially.” Michael clapped Blake on the back as he got up to go retrieve it. “Aunty Dotty helped me a little.” Blake set the apple pie down and placed his hand on her shoulder, Dotty was everyone's Aunt but related to no-one; her pup had died much too young and she could never bring herself to have another. “But he did most of it himself, I'm very proud.” Dotty smiled up at Blake. He started serving portions of the pie, handing it around the table.

The pale-looking guy was desperate for money and he didn't think when took those bottles. "Come on, hurry up I have places to be, and people to torture." I gave him my sweetest smile and grabbed his right hand making him let out a pathetic yelp. "Right one it is then," I bit my lip trying not to get too excited over a pinkie as I put his finger in the hole of the cutter. His high-pitched voice sends a shiver down my spine, I pushed his hand flat to the table and sighed in delight when I heard the sweet crunch of the bone-cracking, decapitating his pinkie finger from its knuckle. Blood oozed and the loser quickly gets the kitchen towel to try to stop the bleeding, his body was still trembling

All of a sudden, a brown-haired girl came in the scene. She had no issues in getting rid of the male beside the pink haired girl. From the distance I was, I could hear their voices so clearly. Though low pitched, Fangs Clan Pack had trained me with that ability. “I heard Alpha Killian is bed ridden. They said that hoe Celeste did it all. This might be the last chance to get rid of her,” The pink haired girl said. The brown haired lit a cigarette stylishly, before she started her statement. “You sure about that? Where did you get this piece of information from, Brianna?” The other girl asked, letting out a wisp of smoke.

"You think you’re so smart because you’ve mastered the Alpha’s bed, Pauline. You think sex gives you power. But you are just a distraction. The real killer is someone you’ve been smiling at every day." "Tell me," I pleaded. "Ricardo is going to execute me if I don't find the truth. If you care about Leo, you’ll tell me." She smiled a cold, knowing smile and said, “I care about Leo, but I care more about the killer.” That sentence said everything I needed to know. The pieces finally clicked into place. Diana is the killer. She is the only person the golden-eyed lady truly cares about in this world—because Diana is her mother.