To Catch A Killer Novels & Stories

The killer looked around the place and saw Inspector Kenneth standing not far away from them with his gun pointed right at the killer. Seeing the killer lose his attention, Sunny took this as an opportunity and tackled the killer as a result of which both the men fell in the water. But cold freezing water couldn’t stop them. Then, Inspector Kenneth shot again in the air. “Sunny! Move!” Inspector Kenneth shouted still aiming at the killer. He fired again but it didn’t hit the killer. By now Sunny had overpowered killer and was sitting on his stomach, he made himself stable by capturing the killer’s hands under his knees and his hands made their way towards the killer’s mask. Sunny was determi

"That contains…a footage of you." "I know it doesn't involve killing you because I'm yet to do that." She chuckled, "Quit the show, Mickey." Mickey. That's footage of you 'trying' to kill me back at the convenience store." She shrugged. " The owner sold you out for a few dollars." I took the small item and examined it. Even if she wasn't the Minerva I knew, she was just as dubious and cunning. That disgusted me. Still, the surge of energy was there, and was actively thriving in her presence. Why?

Her lawyer, Reginald Cole, appeared at her elbow — she had called him from inside the station, and he had arrived with the quiet efficiency of a man who billed by the hour and made every minute count. "No comment," he said, smoothly and repeatedly, like a machine. "No comment. Please make way. No comment." A microphone clipped her shoulder. A camera nearly hit her face. Someone grabbed her arm — a reporter, overzealous, too close — and Karma turned and looked at him with such cold, precise stillness that he stepped back without understanding why. She kept walking. The car was parked twenty meters away. It felt like twenty kilometers. "Dr Kuntz, your father was a decorated officer with twenty

“Stop… seeing… me?” “I don’t know if you remembered, Cassidy, but I’m on a quest to find someone to help me with my problem.” “Was it about finding your mate and killing her, huh?”I scoffed, releasing a mirthless chuckle. My voice is getting aggressive thanks to his remarks. Zarion nodded, “Yes. I’m on a quest to find the witch who could help me find my mate because I seem to… I seem to not find her at all. She must’ve turned eighteen by now. Her scent must be strong enough to invade my senses so I can follow her scent but—”

It’s even worse when you’re strangers. Find out more here Six I had a one-night stand. It wasn’t my first, but it would be my last. A gun to the head. A trained killer. A deadly conspiracy. Kidnapped and on the run, my life and death is in the hands of a sadist captor who happens to be my one-night stand. Armed with countless weapons, money, and new identities, the man I call Six drags me around the world. The manhunt is on and Six is the next target. Can we find out who is killing off the Cleaners before they find us?

It’s even worse when you’re strangers. Find out more here Six I had a one-night stand. It wasn’t my first, but it would be my last. A gun to the head. A trained killer. A deadly conspiracy. Kidnapped and on the run, my life and death is in the hands of a sadist captor who happens to be my one-night stand. Armed with countless weapons, money, and new identities, the man I call Six drags me around the world. The manhunt is on and Six is the next target. Can we find out who is killing off the Cleaners before they find us?

Did she really got caught by the killer this time? They don't know what the killer wants to her yet! Was the killer seeking vengeance for her or the killer's goal is her? He doesn't know and it's making his head burst from thinking! 'I don't f*cking care who dies in this mansion but not my Zelle!' Aaron clenched his fists and shouted again her name, "Zelle!" With ruckus in the mansion, Zach who had fallen asleep woke up. He was slightly scratching his eyes when he heard Zelle's name.

I needed quick answers from them. I needed to know how Mary winded up as the killer. My bet had always been on June. Or did they plan the whole thing together? Were they accomplices? "Why? Why did you kill her?" I demanded, wanting nothing but to get the answers to my million questions from her. She was silent. It increased my agony and I couldn't control the urge to flare up. "Luna Eleanor was a sweet woman. She didn't do anything wrong to you! She didn't even know you well enough to hurt you! How could you have done that to her? How?!"

I have now been undercover for six months, finding the weak link as my mother put it, in order to find how we could take care of the blackmail incident once and for all. It's my birthday tomorrow and I just wanted to be back at home with my family and Koa. I sighed to myself knowing that my wish wouldn't be coming true. I stared out the window of the large mansion that I called 'home' for the last half of a year when I noticed some flashes coming from down below. I quickly threw on my jacket when I heard the crashing coming from the first floor. Grabbing my hidden pistol and tucking it safely into my holster located under my jacket, I quickly dashed down the stairs.

his hands, while with the other he passed her a white handkerchief. It is most likely, Lady Winchester, but I promise by the creator, that I will catch him- said Macmillan solemnly, Sir Robert Jones got up from the seat and knelt in front of his girlfriend- we will catch him, Betsy! - and with that oath of those two men, he would start the hunt for the murderer.