The Heart Killers Novel Novels & Stories

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

Hore is an accountant, she works for a big company and she's really good at her job, she's great with numbers, but outside of work, she has a sharp tongue, she's one to start fights and not end them, she tends to have tendencies and she knows what she likes and isn't shy to say it out loud. "Good girl, I'll deal with the police, but first I need to call work," I say asking for my phone, I sent a message telling them there was an attempted murder on me, and that I'm now in the hospital, almost everyone in my office offered to come and defend me, some offered to call their friends in the DA office, they are ready for the war but we don't have any suspect yet, I have a lot of enemies, so who wo

But as the alcohol burned down his throat, a new thought crept in. His engagement to Helen. His fingers hovered over Benjamin and Milada's number. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was the weight in his chest. But for the first time, the urge to end things with Helen felt unbearable. Just as he was about to make the call— BAM! The door slammed open. Bright light flooded the room, making him wince. Blinking, he spotted Mateo in the doorway, looking like he was about to lose it. Mateo flicked on all the lights, the sudden brightness stabbing into Steven's already spinning head. He raised a hand to block the glare, but before he could say a word—

“There was a hit. Four months ago. Someone tried to kill him in the city—sniper shot, poisoned bullet. Barely survived. We kept it quiet to avoid panic. We thought it was political sabotage.” “But it wasn’t, was it?” “No,” he said. “We found out later. The bullet matched a contract from the Broker’s network.” “And you think…” I trailed off, heart pounding. “I think you were the first attempt,” Hugo said. “And you failed.” I staggered back, breath catching in my throat. “I was in the city four months ago,” I whispered. “Now you remember,” he said. “I didn’t take the shot,” I murmured. “Something stopped me.”

"But who is 'he,' Adrian? Gray wouldn't hire a killer. He’s a sniveling, desperate lawyer. The man who kicked in that door... he was an animal. He looked professional, almost military." "Gray is the face. The man who kicked in the door was a hired killer, and he was absolutely professional. He's escalating. We have to assume the money fueling this is coming from someone far worse than Gray. Someone with deep pockets and no morals. Someone who doesn't care if a dead body shows up on a hotel floor, as long as the problem is solved." I pulled away, the weight of the realization crushing me. "You were right. The contract is a joke. I've dragged you into a murder plot. I'm sorry."

I was lost for days, and when I regained my senses, vengeance consumed me. Grief, a constant companion, pressed on my chest, its weight familiar and unrelenting. I had faced death in the dark corners of the mafia world, but nothing matched the searing agony of losing Kirill. Yet, guilt and grief wasn't the only forces driving me; rage, a chilling fire, also propelled my actions. This was a cold fury, unwavering, aimed squarely at Mikhail, the one responsible for my pain. Becoming the Don was never my plan. I preferred operating in the shadows, supporting Kirill. But Kirill died, and I had to step into his shoes. I became a ruthless Don, fueled by revenge, determined to crush everyone associa

Useless ke? “I don’t know what you are talking about… what did my sister did to you?” she asked and she got hit on the face by one of the women and the other hit her on the back. And as if planned the other women descended on her gave her the beating of her life and she thought that was how she would end up her life… “What is happening here? Did you want to kill her?” She heard mama kekere voice and some other neighbors came to help her out.

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

Not for a long time. Why is this happening? Tears began sliding down my cheeks as I prayed that it was empty, that all the bodies inside were dead. My hand shook as I reached out and slid my card through the reader, then entered in the six-digit code. There was no pause in his stride as he entered, only a cool, deadly killer. Meticulous. Three snaps. Cheryl. Dr. Mitchell. Micah. They all slumped to the ground. My stomach dropped. An explosion of screams was held in by the coiling suffocation around my chest. Squeezing. Choking.