The Christopher Killer Book Novels & Stories

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

“Aiden, you think this is about this life? You think I rejected you because of what you did this time?” Aiden's golden eyes widened in horror. He froze, as if struck by lightning. "You're... you're reborn, too?" he stammered. I looked at him, the man who was once my entire world. Now he was a pathetic wreck on a street corner. And I suddenly felt nothing. "Aiden," I said his name one last time. My voice held no hatred, only a dead, hollow calm. “In our last life, your son with Cora murdered me. In this one, you destroyed yourself. Don't you see, Aiden? With or without me, you are the architect of your own ruin. That was always your fate.”

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.

Cassian. Christopher’s breath hitched, a sudden, furious shiver running down his spine. Why the hell was he thinking about Cassian Collins right now? Why did the phantom memory of that man’s suffocating, dark Alpha aura make the tender skin at the back of Christopher’s neck throb with a strange, terrifying ache? Christopher slammed his fist against the window frame, the sudden pain grounding him back to reality. “Noah,” Christopher rasped, refusing to turn around. “Yeah?” “How long until the first heat hits?”

"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.