The Heart Killers Novel Novels & Stories

I killed people and it felt so good and I wasn't going to stop till I'm right qt the top, where no one can touch me. I slid into the car, my body instinctively pressing against the door, seeking some kind of barrier between me and everything I had just left behind. The engine rumbled to life, and the car began to move, but there was something—someone—beside me. I could feel the presence, but I refused to turn my head, not wanting to know who it was. My gaze stayed locked on the world outside, my mind replaying the screams over and over. The image of their tear-streaked faces, the desperate shaking of their heads, their silent pleas for mercy. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had already made

I wiped away the tears as I approached the door, preparing to face an unexpected intrusion. Upon opеning, thе sight of thrее policе officеrs grееtеd mе, thеir stеrn еxprеssions casting a forеboding shadow. "Mrs. Hartz, you arе undеr arrеst for thе murdеr of Officеr Jack," onе of thе officеrs dеclarеd, thе cold mеtal of handcuffs sеaling my fatе. The ground vibrated beneath me as the weight of consequences crashed down, еntwining my present turmoil with the haunting еchoеs of a past that refused to be buried.

Not like he did. The torches lining the hallway flickered as I made my way toward the Nirhet Chambers. The shadows seemed to chase after me, dancing mockingly on the stone walls, as if they knew the turmoil twisting inside me. I wasn’t ready to face anyone, least of all myself, but there was no room for weakness now. Not with the heist looming. Not with everything at stake. I'm suddenly distracted by the muffled sound of two people talking from mothers bedroom so I open it to be sure she was alright and my eyes widened when I see she and uncle locked in a kiss, his hands laid on her corset, pulling her closer to him.

I flicked the hammer on the gun and barged into the kitchen. Nothing could have prepared me for what I walked in on. I was staring down seven gun barrels aimed at my head. Dread welled up in my chest and my stomach twists into knots. There were eight men squished up in my small kitchen. But only one had my heart sinking to my foot. Enzo Corretti. The King of New York. Without a doubt that is the man standing in my kitchen with a glass of water to his lips and a blank look in his green eyes. His file said he was handsome but Jesus Christ!

She exhaled deeply, moved closer to me, and began to shed tears. “Maverick, you need to move on, please. It's been years” “Yes, and I have been unable to find her killers” I looked up at her face, and she cocked her head. I stood up, walked to my desk, took my phone, and stepped out of my room with my sister behind me. When we got downstairs I met some police officers and some other men in black. “Good day, gentlemen” I carefully said to them knowing fully well what they were there for. It was either about the false allegations placed on my hotel or the fact I had to step down from my position as a Mafia Don since I lost my father.

Scarlett refused, saying she had an important client meeting with Chase at the time and did not have time to deal with it. Left with no choice, I called an ambulance myself and asked a neighbor for help getting Grandma to the hospital. It was because of that delay that after several hours in the operating room, Grandma ultimately did not make it. Her only thought before closing her eyes was seeing Scarlett one more time to tell her the chowder was ready. Afterward, I discovered that the hotel Chase and Scarlett had checked into was right next to our house, less than 300 feet away. If Scarlett had spared even a moment of her time, Grandma might have survived.

“You better hope you survive long enough to find whatever it is that you’re looking for.” As Elena’s gaze lingered on the drawer Nico had slammed shut, a sudden, high-pitched beeping noise broke the stillness, barely audible beneath the layers of dust and silence. Her eyes flicked to a small, blinking device wedged just beneath the desk—a timed explosive, hidden and waiting. Her pulse surged as the realization dawned, but there was no time to warn Nico.

the man in my bed, the man that holds my heart and body was a coldblooded killer. The phone on my desk buzzed once. I didn’t move, my eyes stayed on the file. Some truths didn’t save people, they get them killed and I had just seen one that could lead to my death.

I stand up straight to look at the news. "There was a murder on Eastville Street downtown. The police are already on the case, and residents are advised to properly lock up their stores and homes because the perpetrator is still on the loose. Cancel all of your plans for tonight because the police have stated that this could be a case of serial murder." "In case you are still on the road, be vigilant, make sure you are not alone and be on the lookout for a man in a black winter jacket. Happy New Year, and good night,"

Heriel slowly dragged his knives from the center part of Hupty’s face, his nose, lips, chest, to the spot where his heart is located and I can see the fucker’s eyes widen. Finally, Heriel smirks as he thrust his claws into Hupty’s chest and dragged her out his beating heart. That got Jamiel attention, no one loves the sound of raw heartbeats and its last beat as much as Jamiel does. He stares at the heart on the tiled floor of my mall still beating slowly, pumping with life with the chords still connected into Hupty’s body. Jamiel stalked towards him. Blood was everywhere and the stench of blood was starting to make Charlie gag. If these people have not just witnessed Charlie almost getting