The Christopher Killer Book Novels & Stories

“That fucked-up story of his practically did all of our work for us.” “So, you’re thinking we act out the story, and use it to set him up as the Herring?” “Exactly. We kill little miss perfect, Christy Lee Spinner, just like the boy in Derek’s story did.” “You can do the disemboweling,” Bethany said, shuddering with disgust. Some things are too much even for hardened serial killers, ya know.

His gesture made it seem like she didn’t want to miss a single detail of my story. “I-” I thought back to the moment when I was with Tiger, the cat's name that I came up with this morning. “I wanted her to live.” “And you thought about it when you stroked her.” It wasn’t a question. It was more like a blatant statement coming from him, like my story was proof that I am a witch. I shook my head. “That’s not enough to convince me, Doctor Kusher.” “Killer Smile.” Doctor Kusher said. With just those two words, he made me freeze on the spot.

“And we’re right there with you.” I felt the weight of my brothers behind me, felt their fire, their loyalty, their need to act. But it wasn’t enough. Not yet. Not until he had Lyla in his arms again, safe, whole, untouchable by that monster who dared to call himself the Crow. The laptop sat open, the flames still burning in my mind, the screams echoing in my ears. And I knew, cold and absolute, that nothing in the world would ever be the same. Christian Donovan was alive. He had killed. He had tortured. And he had promised to finish what he started.

Stephanie cooed at Jeremiah and her only responds was Jeremiah wrapping his arms around her and fixing his nose in between her neck and shoulder “Ehh…just a small joke Jer and you’re all ruffled up…” I teased causing the rest of the boys to burst into fits of laughter “Fuck off y’all” Jeremiah grumbled from his spot in Stephanie’s neck “Okay okay enough. Tell me more” James pressed on “Oh… oh then I saw Alpha Chaos and Beta Kiara’s wolf… damn talk about scary. And before you ask, we are not supposed to talk about their wolves” Stephanie replied “Beta Kiara? You’ve got to be shitting me” I cussed out

He locked eyes with me and all I saw was a demon inform of a human, his eyes shut red, he had no human sympathy or mercy, his dick still inside of me, I released my body slowly, the wetness poured from beneath, I was counting down to when I finally stopped breathing but just then he let go of my neck enough to allow air pass through, not pulling his hands off completely. “Kill….me”. I managed to say, my body slipping into subconsciousness slowly. “When I talk you dare not talk back. If you ever try to overrule my orders, you will pay back with your nose and buttock hole “. He smiled licking his lips, I suppressed the pressure to spit on his face, the bed sinking slowly, his weight resting on

"What happened here? Emma, who did you offend?" Emma didn't answer as she glared at me, her eyes full of resentment. "Anna, I heard you stole someone's food delivery yesterday and killed our next-door neighbor. This gentleman came looking for you. That's two lives lost! How could you be so heartless? "Why are you wearing a face mask? You're feeling guilty, aren't you?" When the pregnant woman's husband heard I was the killer, his eyes turned bloodshot as he raised his knife to strike me. "So you're the murderer! Today I'm making you pay with your life!"

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

“That was years back, Mich. Christopher is a man now, not some college boy you knew years back. He has changed and I don't want to begin to tell you the things he has done to women and girls.” “Why should I believe you? Are you a saint? Or have you forgotten that I know about your past deeds with Mr Davis? And even against Annabel and Scott. You keep talking shit of other people when-” He took a step closer, “I have never come to you as a saint, Mich. When have I ever hidden my true self from you? Yes, I am a bad guy and I have committed many atrocities. I am open about it but Christopher is not. He is pretending and he is deceiving you.”

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

Yet Aisha stopped talking, making me more nervous. ‘What is happening Aisha, tell me!?’ I asked her in pure fear, as I know all too well what Christopher is capable of. He is a charming man, but when he is taken for something he never was, overused, or simply gets angry, he becomes the worst nightmare to anyone. The man is a killing machine with no heart for anyone. He is much worse than he shows others to be.