The Christopher Killer Book Novels & Stories

In the next second, strong murderous intent filled him once more. The woman shuddered before subconsciously backing away from him. “You… You said you weren’t going to kill me, right?” “Don’t be nervous… I’m only not killing you because I don’t want to taint the mind of the person outside. I’m prepared to spare your lowly life. If you’re a smart person, go back and tell Michael you’ve already killed me… Do you understand?” Christopher said coldly. He was like an emperor who controlled the entire world.

“They are dead. You must have seen those files in the cabinet behind me.” Shocked to wonder how he knew when he looked at the key on the ground, he must have left it there and, as Jordan had found out about it, there was no need to hide it. “Look son. I had my own sins and to be honest. I never intended to take part in his sins.” He heaved a deep sigh, covering his face on his palm, “Christopher killed them one by one. And I did nothing.” “All these kids…” his breath stopped, “He killed them?” Jim could feel his numb palm heating up, “And why did he do that?”

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

Eroll added who was currently skimming through a thick file. "I knew those two. They are somehow close to me because we are neighbors in the dorm," Christa said. Arya gasped. "What if you're really their target?" "How long have you been in your position as EIC now?" Chris directed the question to Christa. "It's been two years." It was as if I already knew what they were throwing. They're probably thinking that someone wanted Christa's position as the EIC. Well, that's possible. Given the fact that the killer used Christa's short story to accomplish his goal. Because of that, Christa's reputation had been ruined.

" I gulp harshly and stutter, asking him the most horrifying question. Somehow I feel like I know the answer already and it's frightening to think of Christopher accepting the truth before me, and telling me what I am already expecting but nonetheless I want to hear it from him. I want him to be honest with me, to make me able to trust him. "I wouldn't lie, Nicole." He looks towards the ocean, not meeting my gaze as a shadow of guilt envelopes his face. "I have killed people." He sighs heavily and looks down. "My hands are stained with blood, but I can ensure you one thing that they aren't of innocent ones." "I've never taken the life of an innocent." His eyes gleam, looking at me as if expe

Christopher said as he laughed. “The reason why I did not kill them is because I am giving you face. So, you’d better tell me the secrets in this ancient tomb before you die now! That way, I will not hurt any of your acquaintances, then. Otherwise, you can already guess how their fate will turn out to be!” Christopher said. “You are so despicable even though you are a great master!”

A small coldness crept into my chest. “Know what?” I asked. Mr. Smith cleared his throat, voice dropping low. “Chris had a psychotic case. A very severe one. He killed a boy he was seeing in Chicago. The boy cheated on him. And Chris… he lost it.” My chest stiffened. Color drained from my face so fast it felt like the floor moved. The doctor knew Chris' name and the fact that he was into boys. So… “What?” I whispered. But it didn’t even sound like my voice.

he says, not looking at me, "you see how quickly grief becomes opportunism. The undercity sends one of its own in borrowed authority and calls it law." Tjeck makes a small rude sound under his breath. I walk to the center of the chamber and stop. "The old mayor is dead because a bomb meant for me took him instead. Christopher funded the pack faction behind it and supplied chemicals used to strip wolves of memory and command them." A stir runs through the court. Christopher laughs softly. "An inventive lie." I hold up the ledger. "Then read your own routes." The king gestures. A clerk descends, takes the packet, carries it up. The room goes quiet except for paper turning and somebody's nervou

He spit a mouth full of blood onto the ground beside him and stared dead into Sawyer's eyes. Sawyer walked closer to him and lowered himself to Christopher's level. He tore a piece of clothing off of his suit and wrapped it around Christopher's chest, not caring whether he was gentle or not. Christopher winced and his head banged against the stone as Sawyer finished tying it. "I'm not going to kill you, Chris." Christopher's face twisted. "What are you talking about?" "You heard me. How can you kill someone who's already dead to you?" Katia and Wes walked over to Christopher, placing a hand under each of his arms to hoist him up. "Watch it," he muttered while he winced in pain. "So, what are