Sweetheart Killer Novels & Stories

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

I lost my smirk when her lips twisted in disgust and her body shudder with revulsion. 'Acid with cherry on top and make that to go!' She squealed. I sighed and rolled my eyes back to the screen. Ignoring her is healthier. 'Can I eat now? I'm still hungry.' Have you ever had the desire to strangle the daylight out of someone? Give that person a slow, miserable death? Break that person's soul until there is no string of hope left in it but still, when you have the powers to do so, you can't just do it because everyone love and support that person? Have you experienced the pain of wanting to kill that person so bad, even when you know you can't just end him or her? Well, if you haven't, let me

"Relax, sweetheart. I would never hurt you intentionally. Had I an option, I would not have blasted that darned building. I am sorry for hurting you. I promise to stay by your side until you are fully recovered. By now you should know that my heart beats for you and you alone my angel." Geez, this guy makes me sick! What kind of ill fate do I have to fall prey to this type of unhinged predator? I just cannot stand him and every time he touches me, I cannot help but gag. So, I just glare at him after he finishes his declaration of utter madness. "Hahaha, you do not have to strangle me with your eyes, my love. You will recover and you will have the opportunity to do as you please. However, I m

I then started to make slashes on his chest again with the knife rapidly, as an attempt to soothe my anger. Finally having enough of the torture, I grabbed an ice pick and held it above his heart. He started dry heaving and crying. I pulled the boxers out of his mouth and leant down while pressing the ice pick down onto his chest and whispered in his ear. “My lips are the gun, my smile is the trigger, my kiss is the bullet and tonight I am your killer.” with that, I kissed him on his neck, as my weapon pierced through his heart. I pulled it out and dropped it to the floor. I smiled, then turned around and walked out of the room. I need to call the clean up crew.

Killian bent closer to his frame a little more as if wanting to tell him a secret. "Especialmente su hermosa esposa," he whispered darkly. Garreth's eyes flew open. He glared hard at his tormenter but Killian only smirked. Smirk which meant end. He pulled the trigger without a delay. A sharp sound echoed in the basement giving way to a grim silence. Thick blood splotched the walls and the room resonated with a thud. The bullet had pierced his forehead. (Especially your beautiful wife)

“What is it?” “Maverick, your father, suffered a heart attack while he was strapped on one of his tables. His partner didn’t understand the warning signs. She was one of his newer mistresses. She didn’t know him. She didn’t see it until it was too late. He was already gone.” Scar choked out the words. “What?” Maverick asked, trying to understand what she was saying. Her sobs as the tears fell from her eyes didn’t allow him to follow her words.

But when night fell, he became extremely passionate and always tempted me into trying out bold, daring positions with him. I wasn't fond of how different he was between night and day, but when I asked him about it, he explained that he was under a lot of pressure due to the heavy workload he had to deal with during the day. He showered me with overwhelming passion when night fell because he loved me too much. I never would have guessed that the real reason for the drastic difference in his personality was that I had been with two different people the entire time. Felix's enthusiastic pursuit of me had been a trap from the very beginning. He had planned to steal my work and eliminate me from

My heart pounded, not just from the weight of his words, but from the storm I could see brewing in Lady Sinclair’s eyes. Lisa gave a bitter laugh. “You can’t be serious. Her? She doesn’t fit, Vincent. She never will.” That was when Vincent did something that silenced the room entirely. He took my hand, lifted it from beneath the table, and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. Slowly. Tenderly. Right in front of them. “I don’t care who approves,” he said. “Vanessa is the only one I want.” The air seemed to vanish from the room. Lady Sinclair’s lips pressed into a thin line, and Lisa pushed her chair back so suddenly it scraped against the polished floor. Without a word, she stormed out, her heels c

He was a heartache but he was her heartache. ‘Could she have feelings for me all this time?’ Mike thought to himself as he walked out of Sarah’s room. A smile brushed across his face. A sudden tingling filled his cheeks. As soon as he came to his room, he took his phone from the charger. On speed dial, he edited a contact, which was previously saved as SWEETHEART to MY SWEETHEART.

It’s rubbing me off the wrong way. “Yes,” I narrow my eyes taking a step towards them. “If you hadn’t missed class, I wouldn’t have killed these dirtbags,” I kick a dismembered out of my way. “How could you …” she looks at me like I am beyond salvation. “How can you kill without mercy? So easily?” “Because I am a killer, sweetheart,” I stop in front of them. “And because I love killing. Is that what you want to hear?” “Don’t you-“