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The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.

Eventually, Aiden's gambling addiction would have landed her in the path of some low-life bookie. Khalid chose not to examine his role in her life too deeply. He landed on the wrong side of the law more often than not, but his world had a twisted sense of honour. He would not hurt the woman. That couldn't be said of other such men that lived in his city.

I asked myself, but then I thought, “I change the names and create a scenario around it… There’s no way it would have happen this way!” So, I started creating a plot for my first chapter starting with a killing event. “Grand Hotel, late evening. A guy in a black facemask is hiding at the corner, near the elevators, he is waiting. The elevator door open and Mr.… Mr. Payton… No, wait! Too close to Paxton… how about Preston? So… Mr. Preston gets off the elevator surrounded by his bodyguards. They all walk to the hall where they meet some furious people cursing at Mr. Preston. One of them tried to attack the businessman but gets caught by security. That was a perfect moment of commotion for a ki

"You have to tell them. Your life is in danger." "No." She opens the book. "There is something else that he wants me to figure out. I am curious now." "We are talking about a psychopath who killed 36 people in the past," Do Sejin yells at her. "You are talking about patience? How are you sure that he wouldn't get rid of you? A killer is a killer. He won't wait around for you to catch him. Damn it! You should have signalled me when you saw him. I could have caught him!"

he said dropping the tools on the floor and walking back to another covered table to get more tools. "Why?" Anna ask ignoring his rules of her not asking any questions. He halted halfway to the table but didn't turnaround. "Why are you doing this? Why do you choose to hurt me? I don't even know you and I don't think you know me at all, so why are you hurting me? Why did you kill my boyfriend? He did nothing to you, he was just an innocent and loving guy. Why did you kill him without any pity? Am I the first person you're kidnapping or I'm just another victim of yours? Just tell me if you're a serial killer so I'll know my fate!" Anna yells with all the strength should could muster up.

The kind of quiet that is a pause inside a sentence, not a period. The door clicked. He came through it. The silver caught the hall light and threw it back at me, bright and old, and the Verdict Killer walked back into my living room with the same unhurried ease he had left it with. He had taken his gloves off at some point. I had not seen him do it. His hands were bare now long fingers, one small white scar across the knuckle of his right thumb and clean. The skin of a man who had not hurried through whatever he had just done.

My head jerked up, and I stared at the evidence bag. Impossible. This morning, I'd only inspected and reinforced the lines. I hadn't cut anything. Satisfaction flickered in Gabriel's eyes, but it was gone in an instant. He turned to me with a pained expression. "Evie, why would you do this? I know you wanted to save money, but you can't gamble with people's lives!" Accusations crashed over me like waves. "Monster!" "She killed a whole family just to save money! Someone like that deserves to be executed!"

1 SABRINA The first time I killed someone, I was seventeen. He was a politician who promised hope to a broken city but sold its secrets to the highest bidder. My handler called him “a necessary evil.” He liked to use those words, justifying what we did as if we were saving the world. But I knew better. There was nothing noble about this work. It was bloody, messy, and merciless. I’d watched my target for weeks, memorizing his every move.

he said. “You should not worry about outside,” I told him. “You should worry about the inside. The snake was inside your car.” He looked right at me. “You think I do not know? I already have a plan for Silvio. He will be dead by morning, I do not do things fast. I do them right. I will make sure everyone who worked with him pays. No one touches my business.” I felt a chill. He was serious, he was a killer and i knew this. Why did the financial records confuse me?

"An influencer in our complex just killed someone! The victim was a pregnant woman, and both she and her baby lost their lives!" "I know, right? I just saw the pregnant woman's husband storming toward our building with a kitchen knife!" I had just reached the elevator when I heard several middle-aged women chattering away. I froze for a moment, feeling a phantom pain in my neck where the knife had slashed me. The scene of my brutal death in my previous life felt as vivid as ever.