The Lipstick Killer 소설 & 이야기

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

“No more hiding, Natasha. No more gaslighting. No more staged performances.” Natasha snorted. “Please. You’ve always needed someone to blame. First your father, then Nadia, now me. You’re fragile, Isabella. You always have been.” “Funny,” Isabella replied. “I’m the one still standing.” Sienna pulled something from her coat. A small glass jar with the broken remains of the vial from the party. “Recognize this?” she asked coolly. “No need to answer. We already tested what was left.”

I picked up a black lipstick case from the table and opened it to reveal a small blade. I smiled and put it in my bag along with a pink lipstick case that when opened revealed a spray filled with sulfur dioxide, a very harmful gas. If it so much as lands on your skin, it causes burning, itching, and permanent scarring. I put it in but I hoped I didn't have to use it.

Then she parts her lips and slides the bold color against her soft skin. I watch, feeling a sudden and intense hatred for whoever she’s putting it on for. Probably some fucking artist from Atlanta. Someone who wears cardigans and doesn’t give a shit about his day job and would never dream of coercing a young female employee desperate to keep her job into an off-the-books project. Nicole snaps her compact close and gives me a weird look. “You’re growling.” I grunt. She takes a tissue from the box on my desk, blots her lipstick, and lets it flutter to the ground.

Brown lipstick? Victor hates a color brown shade of lipstick on a girl's lips. The hatred started when he saw his mom crying while holding a polo shirt with a brown lip mark on its collar. From then on, his mother fell into depression until she died. Seeing someone wearing brown lipstick awakens his desire to confront his father and kill the girl behind it. He dislikes anyone who wears brown lipstick, but why does he was delighted looking at this girl? He continuously observed what the girl is doing, how she eat while reading the newspaper, and how her eyebrows goes up and down when reacting.

When I wore it, Brian was momentarily stunned. I suddenly asked. "Isn't it pretty? Let me go get another one…." Brian blinked once as if he were sober; he smiled. "Very nice, suits you." After saying that, he took the lipstick from the drawer and gave it to me. "This is for you." The lipstick is made of hard alloy in hand, creating a comfortable feeling of coolness; on the top of the case is engraved a letter K, and it is also decorated with a few small diamonds. I knew it was a valuable gift as soon as I saw it.

In my quest to snag my property, I lean up to kiss him. "Damn, you have lipstick on," He says. "I'm sure I've got some smeared on my lips." Patting his chest, I give him a sexy gaze, biting one side of my lip and causing him to groan. "I would have loved you walking around with my lipstick smeared on your lip. At least, this would give these hungry women a hint that you're in someone else's possession. But unfortunately, that's a matt liquid lipstick and won't smudge or stain you."

The shape and intensity of the rips clearly indicated they had been torn by force. The sight tore at me, but I clenched my teeth and began to formulate my plan for revenge. I watched as the two of them, confident that the empty parking lot gave them privacy, kissed passionately. However, they were completely unaware that I was quietly parked less than fifty yards away. From my spot, I calmly switched my camera to video mode and started recording everything. I picked up my phone and dialed Lindsey's number again. She pulled out her phone, glanced at the screen, and then shut it off with a frown.

So Good day to everyone of you reading. I'm done with lipsticks and gun hence I present you book 2 of the Lipstick series. It is a sequel and I'll be starting to write that soon. For now this is a blurb: Lipsticks and rings (Happily never Afters) Jasmine and Taiwo's relationship had started with a contract that was solely just based on sex but it had ended with the both of them realizing just how much they felt for each other and now they are as happy as they can be. What could possibly go wrong? One guess. Everything.

Not again. " oh Yeah, so I was the one, who intentionally scratched my car right?? " He blabbered. " Oh yeah, then who did ruin my lipstick? " She narrowed her eyes with an equal intense gaze. wait, ruin her lipstick??? I looked at her in weird stare. " I mean, he did disrupted my whole new pack of lipstick!! " She complained.. " But you were the one who never apologized for your act!! " He complained too. They are never gonna stop.