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There was a time that we were more devils than saints. – Trigg Knuckles pulled back from her neck, ensuring that their eyes met and she understood what he was going to tell her. “They’d kill me. It might not be as quick as when Tank killed Jefferson. It would probably be brutal like when I killed Stinger. And my body would never be found. My bike would be stripped and parts sold. Anything that would identify it as mine would be destroyed. All my stuff would either be sold or destroyed. My cut would be burned and my name never mentioned again.”

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

Aiden said in a panicked voice and Zane clenched his teeth. Elena's body was fully covered with the broad jacket of Zane, this date experience was no less than trauma to her. “I will kill all of them,” Zane said with red eyes, he was not angry hearing the news of the attack but he was angry at the rejection of Elena Elena the woman he desired loved someone else was like pouring wolfbane on his body. “Aiden please help me” Elena seek help from him Zane looked between Aiden and Elena and he found something suspicious.

Lena added. Grabbing her shoulder and staring into Stacey’s eyes, she shook her violently, causing her to snap out of her dream of killing someone. She looked into stacey’s black orbs for a while before shaking her head, “I don’t think you have it in you to kill someone and bury it for a long time.” Stacey shook her head, refusing to allow Lena’s words to sink into her head, “no..no:.you don’t get it…the day I got here…I almost killed a maid. I wanted to kill her if not for Janiya stepping in.” She stuttered.

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

Lilian cried piteously. When she heard me, she immediately pointed at me. “Sir, I want to report a case. This woman killed my son!” The cops walked over to pull Lilian away. “We’ll take Summer Lloyd to the police station now. You guys can come along with us. We don’t let go of any criminal, nor do we accuse someone falsely.” I went to the police station with them. In the meantime, Lilian continued to yell at me.

I cried out, my voice trembling with anguish. Kellan laughed, a fiendish sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Who are you kidding, Stella? You hated your parents. You fought over every little thing and were angry that they didn’t come to our wedding." "Well, you know every family has issues. That doesn’t give you the right to kill them! I cared about them," I snapped back, my voice rising. Kellan's eyes changed to a menacing red hue, silencing me instantly. The terrifying sight made the room feel even more oppressive.

I wished I could just materialize and protect my mom. However, I no longer had the chance to do that. Caleb was startled by my mom's behavior. He frowned, and a bad feeling began to well up in his heart. My mom's voice had turned hoarse from the crying. With reddened eyes, she said, "Caleb! Liddy loved you so much… How could you bring yourself to kill her? And you wouldn't even have mercy on her ashes…" Trying his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, Caleb pretended to be calm as he said, "Quit pretending! I can expose you with just a phone call!"

He hasn’t complained, but he looks half dead. “We jump,” he says. My jaw drops. “What?” “We jump.” He climbs into one of the windowsills, crouches, and holds his hand out to me. I take a step back. He wants us to kill ourselves? My head shakes. “What… You… No.” The Silver Hunters’ footsteps grow louder. They’re almost to us. I don’t know what they’ll do once they reach the top of the stairs, but I’m not killing myself as a way to avoid whatever comes next. What Alec is proposing is absolutely insane.

soldiers never died. Some were agents skilled in disguise, others were forensic specialists who could fake a corpse. The gory crime scenes were nothing more than Hollywood-grade special effects. Except for Enzo. He knew he had a terminal illness and was living on borrowed time. He used his last breath to stage that gruesome suicide in front of the whole world, just to push public fear and outrage to its peak. As for Dr. Sterling, the psychologist who jumped into the lake. He was the father of one of the kidnapped boys, and the architect of this psychological warfare.