The Tenth Victim Novels & Stories

Today, I'll let you taste what it feels like to lose the one you love. "One is the Donna who bled and fought for you. The other is the one you've sworn to protect. "I'm not unreasonable. I'll only kill one. "Whoever you choose to save, I'll stop their detonator. The other one, though…" He smiled viciously. "Boom. Off to meet God." "You wouldn't dare!" Anthony's eyes burned red as he raised his gun. "You can try me," Poison Scorpion replied calmly, his finger hovering over the button. "Let's see whether your bullet or my hand is quicker."

Zain sank into his chair. " Who's the third victim? " He asked his junior. " Mr. Anthony. " He sighed upon hearing the name. He knows the man, and it wasn't something surprising to know everyone when the town was too small. The first victim, Mr. Farooq was his father and uncle's best friend, and the second victim, Mr. Owais was a well-known man in the whole town, he was an Imam and now the third victim, Mr. Anthony was a father.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Her gaze shifted to Damian. “And you brought company.” Damian straightened slightly. “Damian. I’m-” “Complicated,” Rhea cut in lightly. “I can already tell.” Quinn ignored that. “We don’t have time.” Rhea’s expression shifted, the humor fading. “Then you already know,” she said. Quinn held her gaze. “I know the victims are connected to our town.” Rhea nodded once. “And?” Quinn pressed.

Devon told them as he observed their reaction. Yomiel nodded as he picked up the white folder and there, he saw the pictures of the victims. There are total of four victims. Their heads were leaning on the table as if they were asleep. Reagan leaned over Yomiel's shoulder and picked up the pictures on the folder as Yomiel looked at the profiles of each of the victims.

The words at the bottom of the screen screamed in big white letters: DEADLY GANG VIOLENCE ROCKS CITY – TEN DEAD IN WEST SIDE TRAGEDY. A polished, grave-faced news anchor filled half the screen. “...what began late last night as a territorial dispute between two rival criminal organizations escalated into a bloodbath on a quiet residential street. Police now confirm at least ten fatalities. Authorities believe the victims were innocent civilians who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, caught in the crossfire during a violent exchange of gunfire and, as you can see behind me, a subsequent, massive explosion and fire.” The video then cut to a stern police spokesman standing at a p

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And Sapphire stirs in my chest with a warning I ignore completely because I am not afraid of this man. Not even like this. “Come back to me. Right now.” The gold wavers. “Those children know, Knox.” My voice is steady and firm, and it’s costing me everything I have because inside I am shaking apart. “Wherever they are right now, they KNOW. They know it wasn’t you. They know the man who walked into their room that night wasn’t the man standing in front of me. He was drugged and manipulated and used like a weapon by someone he trusted, and THAT is what happened. Not you. Not your hands. Not your choice. You were a victim that night, too. Nathaniel had sixty-three victims, and you were the sixt

Valencia. Sonia gently held the hand of one of the children, causing the little girl to look up. “It’s okay. After this, you’ll be free,” Sonia whispered. Kath, barely holding her tears, nodded. She was one of the victims—Victor’s own daughter—and had suffered unspeakable abuse. Officers were beginning to question the children one by one. “My mom died giving birth to our youngest sibling. She kept bleeding… but Vincent refused to bring her to the hospital,” Kath said, voice shaking, eyes downcast.

I have a secret: my "sister" and I share the same body. During the day, I'm the timid, cowardly younger sister. Whenever something frightens me, she steps in and handles it. At night, after I fall asleep, she takes control. It was the perfect balance between us, until we each fell in love with someone different. I fell for a college athlete who once saved me. She fell for an untouchable heir from the city's most powerful family. We had a terrible fight. "Why won't you give me back my life? I wish you'd disappear for good!" I hurled the cruelest words I could at her. And then she really did disappear. I thought I was finally free. But when a secret from ten years ago came to light, I understo

It seemed as though every last drop of strength had been emptied from her body, yet she still refused to surrender. Her quivering fingers descended lower and then halted against the skeleton's shinbone. There was an unmistakable old injury there. Mom froze. Her fingers hovered there, unable to move further. "It's him." Her lips trembled. "It's Walter." That year, Mom was at the height of her power in the business world. She looked down on everyone, until one of her rivals was pushed too far and hired an assassin. She hadn't forgotten—the dark gun barrel, the cold ground beneath her, the terror of being completely helpless.