The Lipstick Killer Novels & Stories

Tension crackled between us. I turned my face away. He gripped my jaw and turned my face back to him. "I didn't kiss her," he answered, his gaze dancing over my face. "Why?" I asked. He let go of my one arm to graze his thumb along my lower lip. "I didn't like her lipstick. It stank of cherry," his eyes kenly followed the mvement of his thumb. "I like vanilla the most," he whispered and claimed my lips again.

I looked at Salvatore and he was smiling ear to ear. “Don’t you dare ask if I like it because I don’t. I LOVE it. Thank you Salvatore!” I hugged him again then I stood up and hid the dagger in one of my bags. “Here is mine.” Marina handed me a tiny box. I was curious as to what could be inside this tiny box. When I opened it, it was lipstick. I raised my eyebrow at Marina. Salvatore looked at Marina’s present and laughed. “That’s what you wanted to give to Luna?” Marina pouted. I pulled the cap off the lipstick. It was a reddish shade. “Thank you Marina. I could probably use this.” Suddenly, she grabbed the lipstick from my hand. “You both thought that this is just an ordinary lipstick. Well

"Your father's outdated views could get you killed. The Syndicate, the Vipers – they don't care if you're a woman. They'll kill you just the same." A chill ran down my spine. "Have you... have you ever killed a woman?" His expression darkened, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn't answer. But then he said, "Yes. When necessary." The casual way he said it made my stomach churn. I turned back to the mirror, trying to steady my hands as I applied my lipstick. "You look beautiful," Lysander said suddenly, his voice softer than before. "That dress suits you."

Suddenly, a pair of beautiful lips with no lipstick applied flashed through his mind. Those rosy pink lips had a natural appearance, and he felt it was the most suitable color. “Wipe it off,” said Lucas. “Huh?” His words were so sudden that Aria failed to react in time. “I said, wipe off your lipstick.”

“Not seven plus two, Ash. You already know that one.” “IGHT!” “What’s ‘IGHT?” “Eight but faster.” I exhaled and looked down at my vanity table, straight at something that shouldn’t have been there. That lipstick. That cursed lipstick. I could’ve sworn I’d buried it in the drawer with all the other unfinished lies. But there it was. Standing tall, elegant, annoying like an ex who didn’t know when to stop showing up. I didn’t remember moving it. And now it stood in front of me as if saying, I’m not done with you, sweetheart.

I sneered. I calmly looked at him as he took the cup, drank a large gulp, and quickly spat the water out. "Hot! Whot did youth do?" His tongue was so burned that his speech became slurred. "Just disinfecting your mouth a little," I replied. I looked at the lipstick mark on his shirt with disdain. It was the same shade as what Melissa was wearing. I added, "If you keep licking cheaply made lipstick, you'll end up with lead poisoning."

"Open it." I smiled, shaking my head, I pulled at the ribbon. I took off the lid of the box and saw red lipstick, "A lipstick?" "It's not just lipstick, it's called “A Kiss Of Death” It's a gun," he told me with pride. My eyes widened, "A gun?" "There is a single 4.5 mm pistol hidden inside the lipstick holder. I had it made especially for you." "Thank you, Lorenzo, It's amazing! It's perfect," I squealed as I saw my initials engraved at the bottom, EC.

“This attacker was meticulous. No fingerprints. No weapon left behind. Even the security cameras were tampered with. He’s either very lucky or very smart. I wiped another tear as I leaned into Damien’s chest, letting him hold me like some broken thing that needed saving. Let them all believe the story. Let them chase ghosts. Because the real killer? Was standing right here. And no one even blinked. The officer offered me a warm, sympathetic smile. Like I was the victim. Like I was innocent. I wanted to laugh. Instead, I curled deeper into Damien’s chest, letting out a soft whimper. “What happens now?” I asked in a small voice, lifting my eyes to the officer like I was hanging onto hope.

"Just wait one moment, I need to leave a calling card in case you have a wife." Ann reached into her bag and fossicked around a bit, then pulled out a lipstick. She applied the lipstick; it of course matched her nails and heels. She put the lipstick back in her bag, and said "Alright, where were we? Ah of course, I was about to suck your dick."

I picked the nude stick heels and slowly wore it back to where I hanged the two dress and finally arrived to the decision and pick the tan dress that Hadrian had bought me and pair it with my tan shinning Louis Vuitton bag. "What am I going to do now?" I whispered to my reflection as I faced the make up and lipstick I had on my table. I checked it one by one before using it and found out that they're all expired. I only had two lipstick left, the nude and the maroon color. Ever since my modelling career started, nude lipstick really became my signature. I'm known to be the pale vampire in the modelling industry but this time, I want to make some changes, I'll go darker as this page would be