The Book Club Murders Lifetime の小説・ストーリー

The news reporter announced, “a member from our news team has confirmed that a body was found inside Starbucks bathroom, investigators are now alleging that this small area of the city may be registered as dangerous until they can find our serial killer, suspicions are raised believing that the two recent killings have connected with the disappearance of, nineteen-year-old, bookstore cashier, Charlotte—” “I know that girl,” Lilith whispered, observing the picture of the girl displayed on the screen, “The bookstore— I went there to grab a couple of books, the day the first body was found, and she was a— bitch” Lilith continued, “I hope she is ok, and not dead... A lot of those are turning up

" Something inside me shattered. It wasn't brothers at odds or a twisted desire to take over. It was the man I loved and trusted most—my husband—conspiring with his own brother for money, plotting to kill me and the child I carried. The news alert had been true. The killer was Julian, but he had used someone else's hand. No wonder Jayden always managed to show up right on time in every rebirth. No wonder he had a key and could slip into the house without the slightest effort. It was Julian who had paved the way for him all along.

I interjected, surprising everyone in the room but I was done being the brother everyone considered weak, "how did that book even start circulating?" Eddie released an exasperated sigh, "When Mickey was killed four years ago, I wasn't aware his lawyer was already told to release that book. It was his fuck you from beyond the grave. I only found out about it months later and I took care of whoever was involved, but I never found the book. It was dormant for a long time because everyone in our circle knew better than to fuck with me. But, I did try finding it. Until one day word got to me that the book had found its way to a cop's desk." "Who do you think gave them the book?" With every word,

I opened the book and on the first page was engraved these words. ✓KILL LIST✓ I opened the next page and I saw the first person. It was a name, a page. And Drake made it in such a way that the next page can't be opened until the given name was dead or out of the picture. I looked at the student picture and Bio. It was a girl by name Louise Peterson. I had barely read the first page when I felt a shadow cast upon me. I quickly shut the book as I glanced up to see the intruder.

“It’s pretty wild. You’re in for an interesting night.” Luna grabs another copy of the book from a nearby stack and hands it to me. “Here you go. This one’s a fresh copy, we have plenty. You’ll see why in a minute.” I take the book, glancing between them. “You’ve actually got extras? What kind of book club is this?” Lilly grins mischievously. “One that takes its material seriously. We didn’t just pick this one by chance. We’ve been swapping theories about it for weeks now. Everyone’s dying to hear your take.”

The letters, which had been soaked white by the water and had blurry edges, were like a red-hot branding iron, searing through Timothy's pupils. 'Dead? Leah's... dead? Impossible! She's just throwing a tantrum. She just ran away with another wolf. How could she possibly die?' Timothy wondered. "Nonsense!" Timothy forcefully threw the photo away, ignoring the pain in his chest and struggling to sit up. "She can't be dead! You guys must be mistaken!" "Mistaken?" Chad scoffed. "Timothy, are you still deceiving yourself? Didn't you confidently claim earlier that she betrayed her mate and ran off with another werewolf? Then why was she dismembered and left to die in the icy river? Tell me!"

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

“No way you’re just some girl with a sad story. Where’s the one who melted steel in my hand? Where’s that creature?” My lips parted, but no words came. “I know she’s in there.” His breath brushed my ear, low and lethal. “So either you start talking, or I test how deep I can cut before you stop breathing.” The knife shifted, steel cold, the edge biting against my skin. “What exactly do you want to know?” He didn't reply. I tsked. I tried to push against him once more but that was useless. I let out a shaky breath. “The people who killed me name was my brother, named Marcus Vale. Damon Cross.”