Sadie Killer Novels & Stories

“Alpha?” His voice pulls me to the present, breaking the bubble I’d built around myself while I worked. I looked up to find the mortician hovering near my open door. I nod to him, and he enters. “What do you have for me, Ben?” “Well, Sadie died from stab wounds. She had a total of fifteen stab wounds. From the force of the stabs and also how many there were, it seemed that the person who killed her hated her and wanted her dead,” he answers.

I could feel their malevolent presence following close behind, determined to capture us. I knew I had to think fast. If they caught up to us, we'd be in deep trouble. I shouldn't have underestimated Sadie's abilities to track me down. Sadie Davis is one of the Sinaloa Cartel's Caporegimes, and she's been after me since the day I shut down their client's business. Well, we have our own client too, and they paid us good money, so we did our job of shutting down their competition. It's easy for me. Killing people is as simple as blinking my eyes.

I murmured against her skin. She turned her head, eyes still hazy with release, lips curving into a satisfied smile. “And you’re mine.” Bella’s voice was soft, almost tender, as her finger traced lazy circles across my chest. “I haven’t decided what to do with Sadie yet,” she whispered. But I knew the shadow that was cast over her. Sadie had killed her first child—something I would never forgive. “We should execute her,” I said flatly, my jaw tightening. It would be clean, final, just.

Her eyes lock with mine. “Oh no,” Finn mutters as he cups her face. “You look at me, the monster who killed you.” But the others, they were busy looking at me. Were they blaming me for this? “Check her. We need to find the tracker. They will attack now if they suspect that she is dead.” Nate orders. Finn and Craig start ripping off her clothes, checking the pockets and anywhere that this tracker could be hidden. “What are you going to do?” I whisper as I watch Sadie bleed out. They were handling her like she was nothing. Like she was no one. I may have killed Kyra. But this was wrong.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

Not because he looked like a killer. But because beneath all that violence—beneath the rage, beneath the cold precision— there was something feral and terrified. Like he hadn’t been killing for power. He’d been killing to reach me. Slowly, like the world could shatter if he moved too fast, Damon lowered the gun. “Sadie.” My name. Soft. Hoarse. Shaking. As if he wasn’t standing in a room full of bodies. As if the only thing that mattered… was me.

And then I had been sent to the sanitarium. That night, after I had been violated, the bleeding wouldn't stop. I thought it was from tearing, but it turned out that I once had a child with Noah. I broke into wild, hysterical laughter. "Noah, you murderer! It was you! You killed our child!" His eyes went red, his face blank with shock. "Sadie, what are you talking about?" I yanked out the IV needle, staggered barefoot off the bed, and hurled anything I could grab at him. The doctor shouted for help, "Orderlies! Restrain her!"

But were then grabbed by tick tree branches and were left hanging upside down in their wolf forms. “Aren’t you going to kill them?” Owen asked. “Nope. Once Tyler kills your father, I will be their Luna. And I have a lot worse in store for them.” Sadie said, with a sadistic smile on her face. Owen just nodded, being glad that he and Sadie weren’t at odds with each other anymore. He was very glad that he was on Sadie’s side. Suddenly Sadie was tackled to the ground by a wolf that she wasn’t even paying attention to. And she immediately knew that it was Zane. But then he was tackled off of her by Tristan.

"Go faster, Daddy. Please me harder. Please me..." -------- Life hasn't been the same for Sadie ever since she lost her father. Turning rebellious and hot-headed overnight, her mother sends her to Juvie, where she stays at for a couple of years until her eighteenth birthday. When she's released, a tall, hot, hardened stranger greets her outside, intent on bringing her home with him.

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.