Totally Killer Chris Novels & Stories

The man immediately went on his knees and pleaded to be saved once again. “Kill him.” Chris answered without minding the man's pleading. His voice is cold as ice. He walked away without looking back. Chris heard terrified screams from the room but he didn't dare to look back. -- “I want him dead,” Chris mumbled as they went out of the scene, “I don't care what happens, I will kill him myself.” He already saw his end. He has nothing to lose. Damien grinned, “As you wish.”

Forever. Chris.

Grabbing hold of Christine’s arm and stretching it out and behind her she pulled it taught and said, “Oh and unlike you the gun was a gift for me from your beloved Alastor, but I am sure you already knew that.” Saying that she kicked at her shoulder joint dislocating her bone with a loud crack which mixed in with cries of Christine. She had seen it coming but was unable to do anything making the experience more painful. She had always been more of a tracker than a killer and her rusty skills were no match to a crazy person who was out for blood lust.

Katrina I just met a handsome man, what a lucky day today. Is he taken or married? I hope he's not. We have arrived at 25th floor of this building. I went off searching for the CEO's office, when the man walked ahead of me. He's walking in the direction of the CEO's office. Don't tell me, he's here for the interview. It can't be! He opened the door of the CEO's office. I walked after him and knocked the door infront of me. "Come in" says inside the room. I opened the door and shocked to see him in the swivel chair of the CEO. Is he the CEO? Uh..uhm I am Katrina Jones. I am here for the interview. "Have a sit Ms. Jones." I sat down infront of him. He flip the pages of my CV. "So, you are grad

Katherine watched as Donna got driven away. After Donna's car faded out of sight, she turned in an attempt to walk away but she suddenly sighted Christopher standing tall. "Hi Katherine," Christopher greeted. "You almost scared me," Katherine said. "Wendi was my wife," Christopher let out. "General Wendi?" Katherine repeated shockingly. "Yes, and Derrick killed my late wife's brother. Apart from the fact that I came here to help in defeating our common enemy, I also want to revenge on Derrick." Christopher said. "Why are you telling me this?"

"He is on the radio." "What is our director doing on the radio?" Michael asked. "I don't know," Clark said, listening attentively to what his director had to say. .....My name is Christopher Killerheart and I am an American citizen. Days ago I was brutally taken away from my furnished apartment in California and brought to an unknown place in Germany. The people that captured me have been asking questions about my work and I have told them several times that I am a dealer of valuable antiques. I have been tortured to the point of death and I am afraid that I may soon die. I don't have want they want but I know the people who know me knows what they want. This is a recorded message and if any

She sat down as she took the journal she found in the house before she started reading it. "My name is Khloe, this is the day I will not forget in my life, the day that I bought my freedom from the two monsters I ever knew I won't miss them, how would I? Especially not after they burnt my expensive skirt. Do they know how much Jake spent on it? It was more than five thousand. Hhh that's what they don't know." As she was reading the delivery man had already arrived. She opened the door as she took what she ordered for before closing the door behind her. She was very hungry that worms in her stomach started making noises probably asking for food.

More likely, he simply couldn't accept that he'd been wrong—that two years of torment and interrogation had turned him into a complete joke. "Say something!" he demanded desperately. "This is fake, right? The real killer is someone else…" He pressed me again and again, but I closed my eyes, utterly indifferent. If I'd once felt hatred, now—feeling life steadily draining from my body—I no longer wanted to cling to anything. Death was the only release. My calm shattered the fragile belief Chris had just rebuilt. He slumped into a chair. The crowd in the plaza finally absorbed the shocking reversal, gasps and sighs rippling through the masses.

I scoffed briefly seeing I had crushed his ego. "So now when I opened your phone, I slid through and surfed. I finally found some conversations you had with Rhett here and Ace. I saw how you guys laughed about fooling Brad and found out your plan to kill him In three days time when you embark on your attack on Adrian. I also found out that you have been the one who had been orchestrating the killings of our pack members and then claimed it was Adrian. It is so disgusting how you would stoop so low just so you could prove your point that you are the greatest. You also inscribed DM on of the corpses just so you could make it more believable." I said. Everyone's countenance rose in shock.