Sadie Killer Novels & Stories

After giving everything to the police they needed and the body was taken away, they left the house, knowing they’d never come back. The three got back to their clearing, Michael appeared in shock as Alissa and Luca gently guided him to the house. Alissa went to find the others to explain what happened while Luca supported Michael to get to a shower and a change of clothes. Alissa found Jack cradling Peta in the games room. “He’s so cute!” Jack exclaimed quietly as he bounced the blanketed bundle. Alissa chuckled humourlessly, “Kimberly’s been killed,” she mumbled. Jack looked up in shock. “I found her, she’s been stabbed.” “What do you mean?”

"Then answer it." "I can't." "Then go." The words came out harder than he meant them. She flinched. He didn't take them back. "If you can't be in this, then go. But don't come back. I can't keep doing this. I can't keep—" He stopped. His voice was barely a whisper. "I can't keep watching you leave." She stood up. Her legs were still shaking. She looked at him—shoulders hunched, hand clenched against his mouth. He looked less like a killer and more like a man who was about to fall apart.

“It was Faye’s idea I swear. She said it wasn’t wrong it was just heritage. We’re human hunters it’s in our blood.” My blood boiled. “You have no idea what you’ve done!” “I do!” She sobbed. Thick tears rolled down her cheeks. “Everyone’s talking about the murders.” I raked a hand through my hair. “How many humans did you… how many were they Sadie?” “I don’t know…” “Think gosh!” I got up and paced to the window. I looked out of it and saw Enzo and Blaze climb out of the black double cab truck. They won’t like the bit of information that’s come to us this morning.

My blood ran cold. Sadie had planned the whole attack. She was the one who tried to trap me. No wonder Damien was so weary of her—he knew exactly what she was capable of.

She paused, then added darkly, “Honestly? We should go further. Like… actual homicide further.” I let out a weak laugh that cracked mid-breath. “I’m serious,” Sadie said, and I could hear the crazy glint in her voice. “I’ve watched enough murder trials to know how to make a body vanish. You wouldn’t even need to lift a finger. I’d do it for you. Cheerfully. I’d wear heels to court, argue the case, and then bury them both in a matching set of designer suitcases.” “Sadie…” “I’m your lawyer. Your best friend. Your ride-or-die. If you’re not feeling up to it, say the word and I’ll do it for you. One shovel, two graves, zero regrets.”

In the video, Chris’s face twisted with rage as he violently threw a tiny baby to the ground. Then, another video started. The scene was the same, but the baby was different. There were four videos in total, each one showing him killing my children. The crowd erupted in shock, and the reporters went wild, their cameras flashing non-stop. The blood drained from Chris’s face as he froze in place. I covered my mouth, sobbing. “My children... so it was you who killed them.” In an instant, the reporters understood everything. They rushed forward, bombarding Chris with questions.

Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home. Stepping out the door was Wade Roberto,"Daisy Hunter, remember it's twenty billion dollars." He muttered and blew kisses in the air and left the office. Daisy Hunter stared askance at him as her thoughts raced. 'Why did Wade Roberto choose me out of all the ladies at the office?' 'Why would he be offering such a huge amount of money for a two year marriage contract?' This and many more thoughts raced through the mind of Daisy Hunter as if she had stepped into a convoluted maze with no clear path forward.

His gaze bore into hers with a twisted intensity, his words dripping with venom as he spoke. "You're no better than me, Sadie," Alejandro seethed, his voice laced with malice. "You're a killer, a murderer, just like me, Silas, and that husband of yours. You see, you're no different." "No, I am not a killer... I am not..." She protested, her voice trembling as she shook her head. But his laughter only grew louder, his manic grin widening as he mocked her attempts to deny the truth. "Then explain this, the men you killed?" he demanded, his voice sharp as he motioned towards the dead men. Sadie swallowed hard.

Hunter muttered and took his phone out of his pocket. "Strange? Who? Explain to me, what is this?” Sadie said she followed Hunter when he decided to leave. "Why are you following me?" Hunter said and Sadie noticed her actions and made her stop. "I don't know, but you just left like that without explaining anything to me, do you know where Mrs. Piper is?” Sadie said. “No, but I know where the bastard is,” Hunter said. “Can you stop calling him a bastard?” Sadie said.

He walked steadily, making his way out of the auditorium amidst the commotion that erupted when Delano’s boy smashed the jaw and the nose of Basheer the Basher. The killer had no interest in the fight; he had been asked to take out the Mafia Don’s wife and kidnap the older daughter. But neither task looked possible now; not after he had spotted the Israeli woman he had raped all those years ago. Hila Zaidi had been an agent of the Mossad then; when she had been captured because of a plan involving a leak in the agency, he and his men had meant to kill her after torturing her for a few days.