The Christopher Killer Book Novels & Stories

Michael had killed me enough times to erase the part of me that cared about him, or about morality and integrity. If fate insisted on leading me to death, then I would no longer wait. I would not run. I would not beg. I would not yield. If there was only one way to break that cycle, then I would choose the ending. This time, Michael Sinclair would not be the man who killed me, because I would not give him the time to do it. If I could not escape in peace as the victim, then this time, I would be the executioner. This time, I would kill him first.

Fled my own stupidity, my own cruelty. The rain soaked through my formal suit in an instant. Lightning split the sky, illuminating my desperate sprint. The incinerator pit was at the edge of the territory, three kilometers from the pack house. The mud sucked at my feet, the rain lashed my face, but I kept going, fueled by a desperate, sickening hope. Finally, I saw the smoke rising from the pit. It was still burning. Orange flames flickered in the dark, rainy night, like the gateway to hell.

She sat down as she took the journal she found in the house before she started reading it. "My name is Khloe, this is the day I will not forget in my life, the day that I bought my freedom from the two monsters I ever knew I won't miss them, how would I? Especially not after they burnt my expensive skirt. Do they know how much Jake spent on it? It was more than five thousand. Hhh that's what they don't know." As she was reading the delivery man had already arrived. She opened the door as she took what she ordered for before closing the door behind her. She was very hungry that worms in her stomach started making noises probably asking for food.

"He is on the radio." "What is our director doing on the radio?" Michael asked. "I don't know," Clark said, listening attentively to what his director had to say. .....My name is Christopher Killerheart and I am an American citizen. Days ago I was brutally taken away from my furnished apartment in California and brought to an unknown place in Germany. The people that captured me have been asking questions about my work and I have told them several times that I am a dealer of valuable antiques. I have been tortured to the point of death and I am afraid that I may soon die. I don't have want they want but I know the people who know me knows what they want. This is a recorded message and if any

Isaac smiled in menace and pushed his head forward as he whispered, “This is the power of those people who you killed. Do you regret it now, Christopher?” Christopher looked at Isaac who had gone mad and shook his head, “You are crazy. You are insane!” “Say that to yourself!” Isaac screamed back to him and for a moment Christopher saw how Isaac’s face had morphed and from his head was a shadow of a devil’s horn. “Do you know what will happen if people like us who are filled with so much anger to kill you right now are let loose?” Christopher shook his head and stepped backward as if he was cornered. He was shocked when he felt a sharp pain on his stomach and looked back to find his own frien

Everything is connecting to each other like some kind of web of lies and truths intertwined. Is it possible that… Cristopher really is the runaway son of the Dencio Household? But if so, why? What happened? According to Christian, Cristopher was self-conceited, he cared only for himself and didn’t accept the fact that his biological aunt became his step-mother. But after hearing of everything, and the fact that Cristopher was out for revenge just like she was, then, what happened? What caused him to be truly out for blood in vengeance? Was he stuck in a web of lies too? Just like she was? Trying to blindly get revenge on something that might not even be factual?

Laurel called after her son. "Christopher !" "Christopher !!" Christopher slammed the door behind him ,he was angry that mother had strike him across the face amd needed to take his anger out of something , anything. As he slammed his room door shut too , he stared at Ashanti who was already awake and was wearing the shirt he wore to the pub the previous night , he stared at her intensely . "Chris ,where did you go ...I . " Christopher charged at her in a flash , he suck his teeth deep into and neck and sucked out every blood and bit of energy in her veins ,when he was done he dropped her as she fell to the ground with a thud , dead.

Christopher felt his leg turn into a log of wood. He wanted to run, to hide his shameful face from her? Why was this death so personal to him? He had killed the poor woman. Suddenly, her eyes met with his. He could see fire burning in them. "You!" Rage overwhelmed her as she ran towards him. "You murderer. You killed her!" She threw herself at him, hitting him everywhere, "you killed her!" Christopher waved away the nurses that were about to pull her away from him. Phil saw the bitter look in his eyes and stepped forward to protect anyone from coming closer.

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

’ Billy’s face lit up with positivity as soon as I uttered the word ‘No’. ‘So, why don’t you want to talk about it my pretty? ‘Because Billy, I am a murderer. I cannot believe that not too long ago, I Petunia just killed two people.’ I stood up from where I was sitting and walked towards the window. I started crying hysterically, almost forgetting that Billy was still in the room. It began to hit me that, two sisters were dead and I was the killer. ‘Okay okay okay, calm down my pretty,’ Billy held me and spoke softly to me. ‘You don’t want your neighbours to know what we had done right? So sit down and just breath.’ He held me gently and placed me on the bed in a sleeping position.