Sadie Killer Novels & Stories

Desperately grabbing fistfuls of air, she screamed hysterically, "Don't go, Mother! Don't leave me. I've been searching for you for so long, and I never even got to say a single word to you. "You're the one who killed my mother, you wicked vixen!" She staggered toward Jillian, who wasn't afraid of her at all. It was just as easy for her to kill a little girl as it was to crush an ant. Jillian was just about to kill Ivory with a spell when Gareth stopped her. With a single strike, he sent Jillian crashing into the wall behind her. Blood trickled down the corner of her lips. "Do you, of all people, not believe me, Gareth?" Jillian screamed while clutching her chest.

Sunny slapped as he kicked her in the abdomen and dragged her across the ground and tied her to a tree branch this time with her hands behind her. “So where were we?” Sunny said as he picked up his gun “First your sweet sister… then mommy dearest and then one by one your friends and now you Zara!” Sunny said as he let out a creepy chuckle “Because of you so many people were killed. I couldn’t help it. It’s not like I can leave behind so many witnesses…right Zara” Sunny said as if it was Zara’s fault for having so many people around her. “Then it was Miguel and Kenneth. When Rocky left for your room, I killed your Uncle Ken and Miguel and dressed Miguel in my hood and mask. Then planted his d

So she called the person she trusted the most in the world— There was a click as the call went through. “Hello?” “Madam Dahlia, it’s me, Spider.” Aria’s eyes were perfectly still in the darkness. “Good news. “—I’ve established contact with the assassination target.”

"Ahh!' Sadie was not breathing! Maddie held her head and quickly retreated backward. Sadie seemed to be dead! What should she do now? She killed someone! With her body trembling immensely, she quickly took out her phone and called Judy. Only Judy could help her now. "H-hey … I killed someone!" … Maisie printed out her completed paper and surgical plan, neatly organized them, and put them in a drawer. She was ready to take them to Dr. Lutz tomorrow.

“I swear, if that asshole tries to lick my belly button one more fucking time, I’m going to fucking rip his head off with my thighs. And he’s not budging on information, either. I tried to get him to tell me what his plans are for the weekend, but he just lied and said he’s playing poker. If I could just get something useful out of this dipshit—either a decent orgasm or some information—I’d at least feel like my efforts were worthwhile, but I’m getting nothing.” “I’m sorry. I promise, I’ve given up any hope on these dreams going away now, so going forward I will focus on getting information out of him.” My transgression forgiven, we finish our breakfast and head out to the Skank Mobile. As w

He is the cop so he should know what to do. I run a hand over my face, closing my eyes for a second. hell, my headache was getting worse. “There’s something you too don’t know. I think we should call the cops, first of all, Axel you’re the damn police and what we just did was tamper with evidence. We could be op in jail for just that. Then there’s Sadie’s past. Jessica looked into Sadie. Sadie Wilde didn’t exist until she came to Chicago. Sadie’s real name is Sadie Golding. She fled Boston, a year ago when she started filing police reports against her ex-boyfriend, the first report was that he intentionally tried to kill them in a car accident where they both came out of it with just a few b

"Sadie dear, we have to tell you this: in case you ever see this person, you have to stay away from them. The identity of this person is..." The video had begun to scramble, and her eyes widened. "No, no, no, no," she muttered, touching the video so it would continue, but the whole camera had turned off. "Shit, no!" Sadie cursed. Now she had been left in suspense. Her heart was still beating wildly as she wondered who the true identity of the killers was who might have killed her mother and Gavin. And this might be the same person who had orchestrated every single thing that happened to them, including her kidnapping and everything else.

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

"They will be at the main courtyard within twenty minutes.” “Is there any reason that you saw the need to come and bother me with this information, Father?” He sighed and moved closer. “Amaya. My daughter, I understand that you are still upset and rightfully so. The psychologist I spoke to says you may be suffering from Stockholm syndrome” I chuckled. “Oh?” “Yes. It happens more than you think.Hostages assume their kidnappers are good people and even sometimes fall in love with them” “And what did the psychologist say about fathers that sell off their own children? I’m certain there is a term for that”

" Luther asked. Che Che nodded her head. "I stay in the forest alone until those vampires capture me and the orb." "Who are Sadie's parents?" "Her mother is the Princess Fae, and her father is the Prince of witches." "What? You mean the one who tried to enslave the vampire?" "No, the older one, and Sire, I'm so sorry for hiding this from you, but I have a feeling that the one manipulating those vampires is the younger brother of Sadie's father. He is the one who killed Sadie's parents, and my parents