The Christopher Killer Book Novels & Stories

"You do not know what you are talking about. Those names are dangerous. Where did you hear them?" "Dangerous for you," I answered. "I pieced it together. Whispers from Kade. Old files. Your name linked. Time to talk straight." Christian sat down slow on the couch. His usual sharp suit looked wrinkled now. "Straight? Son, you defy me now? After all I built for you?" "Built on secrets," I said. "First time I say no to your plans. No more golden boy script. I know Project Black Ice involves deals with Nikolai. Dirty ones."

"So fucking wet. You're going to come just from me touching you, aren't you?" "Yes," I whispered, shame and arousal mixing together. He pulled his hand away and I whimpered.. "Turn back around." I flipped over, my skin still tingling from the gel. He stood between my legs, his eyes dark. "Why didn't you kill Christopher? When you had the chance, why didn't you just shoot him?" The question burst out of me. Cassian shrugged, his cold mask sliding back into place. "I don't have a problem with Christopher. He's just a dog following his master's orders."

Grabbing hold of Christine’s arm and stretching it out and behind her she pulled it taught and said, “Oh and unlike you the gun was a gift for me from your beloved Alastor, but I am sure you already knew that.” Saying that she kicked at her shoulder joint dislocating her bone with a loud crack which mixed in with cries of Christine. She had seen it coming but was unable to do anything making the experience more painful. She had always been more of a tracker than a killer and her rusty skills were no match to a crazy person who was out for blood lust.

After I finished arranging my mother's funeral, I took her journal and went back to my hometown. I did it for only one reason. I wanted to avoid James. The police had already ruled David, Linda, and Martha's deaths as suicides. However, James refused to let it go. He insisted on digging out the truth. His repeated questioning made me feel exhausted. When I got back to my hometown, I couldn't wait to open my mother's journal. On the very first page, she had written only one sentence.

I kept my lie strong, i could not let him see the earthquake inside me. “I am no monster,” he scoffed. “I am just a man who knows how to keep what is his. I am not the devil everyone says I am. I am just good at business. If you think I am a monster, you can leave but you will not. You are enjoying the danger and the power. That is why you are still here.” He was wrong. I was here because I needed to know the truth and the truth was getting farther from him. The real killer was still out there, I was sleeping with the enemy of my supposed enemy.

Katherine watched as Donna got driven away. After Donna's car faded out of sight, she turned in an attempt to walk away but she suddenly sighted Christopher standing tall. "Hi Katherine," Christopher greeted. "You almost scared me," Katherine said. "Wendi was my wife," Christopher let out. "General Wendi?" Katherine repeated shockingly. "Yes, and Derrick killed my late wife's brother. Apart from the fact that I came here to help in defeating our common enemy, I also want to revenge on Derrick." Christopher said. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Complete your kill." I raised my blade. And hesitated. This was what I'd wanted. What I'd needed. Christopher to die. The Society's greatest hunter to be eliminated. But looking at him now, bleeding and defeated, I saw something else. A wolf shaped by his family's sins. Twisted by lies into something he'd never chosen to be. A victim as much as a perpetrator. "No," I said, lowering the blade. Christopher looked up, confused. "What?" "I won't kill you like this. Won't become the monster you believed Ghost Wolves were." I stepped back. "You're defeated. The mission failed. That's enough."

Instead, he leaned back against a mahogany shelf, his casual sweater bunching at his shoulders. He looked at the stack of books on my desk, his eyes lingering on a tattered spine I had tucked at the bottom. "Wait, is that THE STAND?" he asked, pointing to the thick paperback. I looked down, my eyes landing on the book he was referring to. It was a survival horror story. Something about an alien invasion and humans getting wiped out one by one. "Oh. Yes. I’ve read it three times, but I find comfort in the end of the world sometimes. It makes my own feel... manageable."

I will soon leave this apartment too. “It's no longer a joke what's happening to us, it's like there's a curse? Five of our classmates have died in just two and a half months. I don’t know if I’m going to believe Clark that there is a killer or it’s just a coincidence that someone from our class is dying,” he uttered. I sighed. “It is just a coincidence, Ace. And one thing, who might be the killer? Who has the intention to kill?” “You," he answered quickly