Totally Killer Chris Novels & Stories

Chris's friend was taken advantage of by the minister's son so when he saw him he shot him,that's what happened but explaining it to the Boss won't end well and I am certain that the minister wouldn't care about this. "Killing him now didn't bring back your dead friend, it only proves one thing...and that is you are a senseless idiot". I said. Chris was nice to everyone else but and to me as well but I found his actions creepy and annoying ,he just knows how to annoy me. "You are the best at what you do and you just ruined it over a dead woman,are you out of your mind?". I asked disbelievingly. "No, you are out of your mind". I concluded.

Chris already knew the other two from before, and he had an estimation of their skills. He never expected that one of them was actually a hidden expert. Edward frowned, pointing out two fingers before he pushed one down. He said in a sunken tone, "Rich is dead. I killed him, so he can be eliminated too." The moment that was said, Chris was stunned. That meant that only Souza was left. Compared to Rich, Chris knew more about Souza since Souza was from the Frenzied Blade Clan of Chaos Continent. He was a fellow disciple of David.

Don’t want my cover being blown up now would we. "My grandfather inherit his fortune." "Your parents?" "They died in a car crash," I said while sipping my whiskey. "Where’s your grandfather then?" Oh my god. I can’t take it anymore! My hands are itching to take the knife inside my dress and slit his throat. "He died because of cancer." I smile sadly. I mean fake smile. "Oh, sorry about-" "You know Chris, It’s not polite to ask someone else background." He put his hands on his shoulder. Chris gulped nervously. "Of course, we were just talking. Nice to meet you, Hailey." Chris quickly walked away before I even utter a word.

I asked feeling boiled up aagain " about that I'm sorry aight - just seeing you with that Chris guy fucked me up...you can let him be all up in your personal space but can't let me be that close to you in public -" " hold up so all this fighting is about Chris? " I cut him off...then chuckled " you called me a hoe,thot, bitch all of that coz of Chris, Chris is gay Hakeem..." I said, he looks stupid right about now, acting up coz of Chris...come on

Mindy hurried excitedly to answer it, and three dubious-looking men in shabby costumes walked through the door. The moment I saw their leader, a man with a large mole on his face, the blood in my veins went cold, and my fingernails dug deeply into my palms. It was them! In my past life, these three "exorcists" took Mindy's money and struck me to death with a so-called holy scepter drenched in dog's blood! Suppressing the murderous rage surging inside me, I lowered my head obediently and stepped aside. The fake exorcists entered the bedroom and theatrically circled Sam's bed, before a mole-faced man slapped his thigh dramatically.

I watched the driver's door open and a figure step out into the rain without hesitating. He didn't run. He walked, steadily, through the downpour, and tapped twice on my window. I looked at Chris through the rain streaked glass for a long moment. His jacket was already dark with water across the shoulders. He didn't look annoyed or self conscious or like he was waiting for credit. He just looked at me, the same way he had looked at the floor in the gala corridor, like he had somewhere to be and had decided, without making a production of it, that this was it.

But the time I got there my clothes were soaked with blood and I took my shirt off, walking inside. I got off of my bed, going into my bathroom and turning the shower on. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my father staring back at me. He was a cold-blooded killer, incapable of loving anyone or anything. He made me kill my mother, the only good thing I had.

The evening was perfect, and I couldn’t have been happier after getting the call. Chris was dead, just like I intended. The report said he’d been shot twice in the chest. It was clean and efficient, and I was still surprised that he pulled it off right there in the hospital room while a nurse was right outside filling out paperwork. The poor bastard didn't even see it coming. He was probably still lying there, cuffed to that bed like the fucking animal he was. He would never open those bloodshot eyes again, and never look at Liv’s breathtaking beauty again. He would never know the warmth of being in her presence again, and he would burn in hell for the rest of eternity.

Desperately grabbing fistfuls of air, she screamed hysterically, "Don't go, Mother! Don't leave me. I've been searching for you for so long, and I never even got to say a single word to you. "You're the one who killed my mother, you wicked vixen!" She staggered toward Jillian, who wasn't afraid of her at all. It was just as easy for her to kill a little girl as it was to crush an ant. Jillian was just about to kill Ivory with a spell when Gareth stopped her. With a single strike, he sent Jillian crashing into the wall behind her. Blood trickled down the corner of her lips. "Do you, of all people, not believe me, Gareth?" Jillian screamed while clutching her chest.