The Lipstick Killer Novels & Stories

Twisting it open, she saw it was a rather understated dusty rose color, and it had been used. It definitely wasn't hers, and certainly not Killian's. Without a doubt, another woman had been here. But one lipstick couldn't prove anything. Could it have been left by the previous owner? But the furniture in this house was all new, and it all seemed to have been chosen according to her preferences. Then maybe it was left by the cleaning lady. Sheila didn't think it was necessary to question Killian over a lipstick, so she put it on the coffee table and went back to the master bedroom.

Jessica blurted out, "Allergic reaction? Then you shouldn't use it anymore. The color looks really good. Why not give it to me?" Bella froze, not knowing how to respond. She was asking for her lipstick to prevent wasting it, so she couldn't refuse. Unfortunately, she had indeed used a new lipstick today. There was no choice but to silently hand it over. Jessica happily took the lipstick, her mood visibly lifted, and she began to talk about makeup tips. Fortunately, their ordered food arrived soon, cutting off the conversation.

I can live with being a liar but I can't live with being called a cheater, I will die if he ever leaves me again. "Whoever told you that is lying, I didn't kiss him, why would I do such a thing" "Isn't that why your lipstick was smudged the other time?" "No" I was nervous, anxiety rested in my Henry and I wondered if I could get out of this. I wondered who told him that. It couldn't have been Luke but then the bastard was capable of things like this so I am not surprised if he results in such a silly scheme. "Why was your lipstick smudged? I know what you said but I don't believe you"

The red that made people mistake me for a Russian model, maybe because Russians had a lot to do with blazing red. Well, that was the least I cared for. I dropped the lipstick and shot my wicked self a smile right in front of the mirror. I had failed to kill Laura, but I ended up wreaking havoc to her circle by ending the dear life of her dear best friend, that means that though I failed at the first attempt, I had drawn menacingly closer to her, and drawing close to her meant her demise was imminent, because there is no best friend to sniff her roses on her behalf anymore.

Then she proceeded to apply her lipstick, looking at her reflection in the small mirror. “I’d forgotten how good of a kisser you were, Luigi,” she said, pressing her lips together. She clicked the lid back on and plopped the lipstick back into her purse. “Kissing and….other things.” “That wasn’t a kiss,” I snapped at her. “That was a manipulation. You have no idea how angry I am with you right now.” She sighed and waved her hand dismissively in the air. “It doesn’t matter whether you were a willing participant or not. Because as far as the cameras are concerned, it was a lovely, sweet kiss between husband and wife.”

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

He instead came over to me, hugging me tightly with a smile then taking a sip from his cup. "Where's the Serial Killer?" He asked and I knew that he was referring to Landon, making me laugh. "Doing what Serial Killers do, I guess." I replied jokingly and he chuckled, watching as Lana pulled a bottle of alcohol out of her purse. "Um, Miss, you know there's alcohol here, right?" He gave her a weird look as he spoke, as did the rest of us and she shook her head. "This is different. This is Infused." She told him and a smirk grew on his face.

He watched in horror as the blade moved closer to his face, till at one move Zia had made to slice his cheeks, but ended up cutting the tape on his lips into two. Blood smeared from his lips having been unable to escape her brutality. He brushed off the pain before his lips let off harsh words in fast succession. " I'll kill you Zia, with my bare hands, and this time round you won't escape from me," Asriel said angrily as blood flowed from her lips filling his mouth. His teeth were now stained in blood. " Too bad for you Asriel, you are there, tied up, and here I am, with all these," Zia said as she ran her fingers on the weapons lined on the table.

Well, it's a bit awkward to say she's overtime when the clock hasn't hit 8 PM yet. Anyway, that scaredy cat boy was willing to hide in the toilet to prank Kate. 'She must be surprised tonight as she doesn't imagine I'm still here. Her surprised expression must be adorable too, haha.' Havie blushed. It was like that whenever he thought of Kate. That woman never fails to give him butterflies. After waiting for thirty minutes, just before the watch hit 8 PM, Kate appeared in the basement area. Havie noticed that Kate is putting purple lipstick on her lips, unlike the usual soft color she put on. She sometimes does that. But every time she do that, he feels bothered.

A fat red stick with a sharp tip was revealed. I know this, I see this every time, it is, “A lipstick?” However, Victor shook his head, he said, “It is not just a lipstick. It is a weapon.” He twisted the lipstick up and pressed the tip on my lips, he traced the line of my lips as he applied it on me. I looked in the mirror. Once again, I was astonished. Just looking at my red lips made me feel hot enough, I licked my lower lips and bit it with my teeth. I’m telling you, I can be so turned on if a girl does that to me.