The Lipstick Killer Mga Nobela at Kwento

While the mirror when activated was a network jammer, the red lipstick was infused with dual capability. The middle detachable part of the lipstick was a high powered laser beam, that was capable of cutting through objects. While the bottom of the lipstick contained a fatal poisonous sleeping gas. She slowly retouched her lip and smacked them, while admiring it's captivating red luster on the mirror. "Nice killer touch!" Phoenix clicked her tongue and carefully put away the lipstick, the mirror, and other concealed weapon of destruction in her handbag. She also activated one of the undetectable micro-tracking devices and fixed it on her fancy hair clip.

I blew out a breath and met his gaze, centering myself on him. I let out a little giggle when I noticed he was wearing my shade of lipstick, which helped to relax us both a bit. I ran my fingers across his lips, wiping away the dark pink shade. “If you messed up my lipstick, Sophie will kill you.” He pressed his lips to mine again. “You look flawless.” I quirked a brow at him. “Says you, but our stylist may have her own ideas.” He pulled something out of his pocket. “Perhaps that’s why she slipped this to me on our way out.”

Sigrid pursed her lips and said, "My lipstick today is called The Man Killer. I applied it on my lips lightly. Thus, the color is lighter." "The Man Killer?" George frowned and asked, "Why is it known as The Man Killer? Is it the color of murder?" Sigrid replied, "No. 'The Man Killer' means a lot of men will like this color. It means that it can make men go crazy for a woman if she uses this lipstick." George looked at her pink lips thoughtfully. His seductive Adam's apple couldn't help but to bop up and down. Then, he said, "Well, it's quite seductive."

It was a dance of death, a primal contest that stretched back through the ages. “I'm going to kill you, Zarion.” “Oh yeah?” I grinned at him. He hissed and peered deep into my soul with scorching anger in his eyes. “You fucking killed my Luna!” “I thought you banished Hestia because you no longer needed her. I chuckled without humor. “I did not kill your Luna. My Luna did. Cassidy, Goddess above, proudly declared it to me.” He looked shocked, probably unaware of the truth. “W-What…how?”

Catelyn brushed her fingers over Miles' hair and asked Cedrick, "Where exactly did you get this from?" Cedrick looked at the boys once and pulled Catelyn into the bedroom with him. The boys followed closely behind, but Cedrick shut the door in their faces, locking them out. He then turned to plant a kiss on Catelyn's lips and explained to her, "Don't you think the lipstick looks familiar?" Catelyn looked back at the lipstick and smelled the faint bergamot. She then looked at the brand and the color code… "Is this Quinn's?"

Dad had me in a headlock but I managed to give him a wedgie. Our maid Darlene had taken the picture that morning before I rushed off to school without saying goodbye. They died a few hours later, a head on collision that killed all involved. Darlene came to get me from school, I knew in my gut that something was wrong. I lost Darlene a year later to cancer. After that, I was all alone. I sniffled and wiped the tears from my eyes as I sat up straighter and scooched to the edge of the seat.

A shadow of collarbone above the collar of a dark shirt I had not bothered to register until now. His mouth was beautiful. I am going to say that plainly, because I have had three years to think about it, and the word I keep coming back to is beautiful. A full lower lip. An upper lip with a clean, deliberate line. A shape I had not been prepared for because I had been prepared, in some small back room of my imagination, to find something about a killer’s mouth that would give him away. Something hard. Something mean. His mouth was a mouth. Human. Soft at the center. The most dangerous thing in the room.

In hindsight, taking the enclosed VIP section of the restaurant was the best choice for this ill fated meeting, or we would have more than just a few pairs of eyes watching us. "Say that again," I hissed, my jaws clenched. "Fucking say it again!" He looked up to me, his eyes hidden by his dark lashes, the smoke from his cigar humming around my gun. Silence fell between us for a minute, before he suddenly stood up, covering the distance to me, till my gun was actually touching him, till he towered above me. "Your mother was a casualty. Collateral damage if you will. And you, sweetheart, are about to be yet another."

"Get in." A used lipstick tube could be seen in the storage compartment of the passenger's seat. It was a limited edition with the letter 'S' carved into it. It was the first letter of Sophia's name, and the color was her favorite. I had seen her use the lipstick numerous times to freshen herself up in front of my fiancé in restaurants and events. Leo took the lipstick tube from my hands while winding down the windows, and he flung it out of the car. "Don't mind it. The underboss has a habit of losing things everywhere."

He wanted an argument, to tempt me, annoy me for whatever reason he has inside his head but I, will not give him what he wants. He fooled me once, I will not be fooled again. Taking a deep breath, I let out a dry small laugh, mocking his words. “In a matter of facts, I do. It’s a tempting sensation, a rush of feeling I get when I'm riding with someone I barely know. What can I say, I just love feeding my fetishes.” A satisfying smirk made its way on my lips the second I noticed how rigid his muscles suddenly turned. I walked inside the bathroom where I kept my makeup bag, okay two bags of makeup, and took out a bright glossy pink lipstick. Xander walked in with a hard look upon his face. His