The Lipstick Killer Novels & Stories

His lips did look a little red and swollen but at least my lipstick didn't have to sacrifice itself for my newfound hobby. "You know, most women would die to experience what you did just now and you're worried about a lipstick?" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and grumpily pressing the move button of the elevator. "Oh, come on. This was sent by a client from France. The only piece made especially for me, and with my name on it. He had assured me multiple times that this lipstick wouldn't get me a single smudge no matter how many lips I kissed. Too bad I couldn't test the accuracy of his words before today."

he instructed. Slowly, Isabella complied and when she opened the package, out fell a tablet. She looked up at Nicholas in question, though unsure of whether he would understand her. "You should use it. You can't talk for the meantime so you should use that to text...and don't look at me with that confused expression! It might be my fault that you were poisoned but you are also to blame for not informing me sooner. The culprit had the chance to escape," Nicholas stated, before adding,"Though it won't be for long..."

"Right. I said if you please me, but you didn't. So you broke that agreement first. Not me." "I bloody pleased you!" I yelled, unable to control my rage. "I did everything I could…” "Except telling me the goddamn truth, bitch!" He retorted aggressively, almost grabbing me, but I quickly moved back. Luckily, he didn't insist. He just adjusted on the bed but his gaze was slicing me up. "I'm not a fool, Killer. It's not possible that you magically got so good at deepthroating. You must have done it with someone else and I need to know who. I need a fucking name!"

she called over “How are you?” Luca rubbed her back “Fine now, I just over did it.” Luca chuckled as he pulled Alissa to her feet “You're like a Platypus. Adorable but deadly.” He kissed her sweaty temple “Last time I checked buttercup, I'm a wolf.” “Hmm, buttercup am I?” He wrapped his arms around her “Maybe, or would you prefer an animal? Maybe Leopard.” “I'd prefer you.” He slipped his hand into her back pocket “Maybe in bed...”

It would shatter his heart. Lily began to unwrap the box. She had only taken off part of the wrap when her eyes caught on the shiny pinkish tube. Oh my…" She gasped under her breath with a gaped mouth as she stared down at the most beautiful and costly lipstick that was ever known in their pack owned and produced by foreigners. One only the rich and high chiefs of the pack could afford. She slipped it out of the box and raised it to her face, still staring at it. She has always wanted to own it but couldn't afford it.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

His lips did look a little red and swollen but at least my lipstick didn't have to sacrifice itself for my newfound hobby. "You know, most women would die to experience what you did just now and you're worried about a lipstick?" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and grumpily pressing the move button of the elevator. "Oh, come on. This was sent by a client from France. The only piece made especially for me, and with my name on it. He had assured me multiple times that this lipstick wouldn't get me a single smudge no matter how many lips I kissed. Too bad I couldn't test the accuracy of his words before today."

The exact same position I had awaited my whole life. She snatched it all away from me! But didn't stop there. She knew how important the Umbral was and the danger if it fell into wrong hands. Still, she served as an entryway to the enemy—that I'm certain. I lifted my head. The girl who stared back had this certain fire in her eyes. She was done playing small. For real this time. Picked up the champagne red LO’REAL PARIS lipstick and applied it gently to my lips. Perfect.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

It would be the one I would ruin as my final act in her room. I walked into her ensuite bathroom with the red lipstick I wrote in capital letters: HE’S MINE. ALWAYS HAS BEEN, ALWAYS WILL BE. XAVIER WILL NEVER BE YOURS. Then I tossed the lipstick tube in the trash. There wasn’t much left to it after my message, anyway.