The Heart Killers Novel Novels & Stories

She hadn't realized it was Thursday until she landed on channel 39, which corresponded to GHShow, and came across an episode of "The Key to the Heart." Parker tried to deceive herself, pretending not to be curious about what was happening on the show and who Nicholas would choose to eliminate that night. She briefly flipped through other channels but ended up returning to the fateful 39. As much as she knew about the happenings in the mansion, thanks to having to at least glance over the articles written by Sharon and Sunshine, seeing was different, and yes, she was quite curious.

Veron seemed to be enjoying her anger. "Why? Are you hurt that even though Alessandra has been gone for a long time, Tim still wants her?" Mr. Veron said. Zerina was about to slap Mr. Veron but got stopped by him. "Remember, Zerina, you are always mine. We plan to eliminate the Buenaflor's Corp. and eliminate Tim. Stop fantasizing that he will love you the way I do because he won't, especially when he knew you killed Alessandra, and all this time you were lying about her daughter." Mr. Veron said, which made me leave the room. I clenched my fist and felt a slight tightness in my chest. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't gotten out of that room. My plans could ruined if I hadn't

It had been that way since Mia had complained about nightmares caused by sleeping under the same roof with her. As she struggled to her knees, Olivia slammed the bucket down on her forehead, sending her crashing back to the ground. “Oh!” She screamed, pain shooting down her spine and a throbbing headache blossoming at the impact site, which instantly began to swell. “You want me to shout myself into a hypertensive crisis so I’ll die miserably, just like your parents?” Olivia flung her usual jab, a cruel reminder of Julia’s parents’ accident. It was her way of twisting the knife, trying to make Julia hate herself. “You want to kill me like you killed your parents?”

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

But when it comes to his heart, it keeps on telling him to follow what he feels and not give up on his love. If he is going to follow what his mind is telling him, everything will go back to normal, and there will be no complications. The two sisters will have their own happy ending. But if he is going to follow his heart, Via will get hurt in the end, and she might fall deeper unto depression. Worst come to worst, Via might try to hurt and kill herself and he wouldn't be able to take it, most especially Don Rafael and Serena.

“I’ve killed hundreds before, Elaine. And you knew that.” “Yes but you killed them with reasons, Tyler! Unlike now—” “What do you mean?” my brows knitted, and I was ready to combat another argument with her. “What do you mean, now? We still have the same agenda. Hearteaters are cruel, Elaine. They don’t care who they eat, who they kill, or who they want to fucked with. They’re evil, and you wouldn’t want to meet one of them in your life!”

“They can have the headlines. They can have every penny. But they don’t get you. They don’t get us.” I buried my face in his neck and breathed him in (hospital soap, sweat, and the stubborn, impossible scent of the man who had decided love was worth more than an empire). Outside, the world kept burning our names in lights. Inside room 412, two hearts and one tiny fierce one beat in perfect, defiant rhythm. And for the first time since the story broke, I let myself believe we might survive this after all. Not because the world was kind. But because Killian Hart had decided kindness was irrelevant.

I swallowed hard, my throat thick with emotion, “you killed him.” Hamilton’s eyes gleamed with twisted satisfaction, a sick smile curling on his lips. “Of course, I killed him. It was so easy,” she said, her voice laced with malice. “Your father had chronic heart failure, remember? He was supposed to be fine with his pills. But when I learned he was going to write his will—putting me and my daughter in it—I couldn’t let that happen. So, I swapped his heart pills with the wrong ones. And that day, I made sure to provoke him. I made him so angry, his blood pressure skyrocketed, and he had a heart attack.”

Already have access through her home care nurse (one of ours). The date: five days before Gloria died. I couldn't breathe. They'd planned it. Written it down like a grocery list. Executed it with the same casual efficiency. Gloria's heart attack hadn't been natural. It had been murder. Potassium chloride stops the heart. Hard to detect. The nurse had been a Covenant operative. Everything premeditated. "Aria." Sienna's voice sounded far away. "I'm so sorry." "Don't apologize. Help me nail him for this."

I bit my lip in despair. What the hell was wrong with my luck? How had I run into two killers in a single night? A thought struck me. I shoved the key back into the ignition, drew a steady breath, and flashed the car's high beams, flooding the lot with light and exposing Teddy's face. I curled into the fetal position on the driver's seat, keeping low and perfectly still. All I could hear was my own heartbeat. [The killers have seen each other?! Are they going to duel for their prey?!]