Totally Killer Chris Novels & Stories

Stepping into the private room, he smiled and said apologetically, "Sorry for keeping you waiting." When Lewis saw him, he was surprised because he could see the resemblance to Isabella. He stood up instinctively, appearing very nervous, like a man who was meeting his father-in-law for the very first time. "There is no need for all that. Take a seat, Lewis. I have a few questions I would love to ask you, if you don't mind," Chris said with a smile. Lewis tensed up; he had been warned by his father that Chris was a dangerous man. Behind the guise of a sunny, smiling, and cheerful demeanor was a demon who had carried out many terrorist attacks in various countries and had also been involved in

In the video, Chris’s face twisted with rage as he violently threw a tiny baby to the ground. Then, another video started. The scene was the same, but the baby was different. There were four videos in total, each one showing him killing my children. The crowd erupted in shock, and the reporters went wild, their cameras flashing non-stop. The blood drained from Chris’s face as he froze in place. I covered my mouth, sobbing. “My children... so it was you who killed them.” In an instant, the reporters understood everything. They rushed forward, bombarding Chris with questions.

He slipped and was about to fall off the cliff. However, he grabbed my hand and begged me. “Don’t let go! I’m begging you. I don’t want to die!” I found that ridiculous. “Didn’t you want to kill me just now?” Of course, he would not admit that. He hurriedly shook his head. “No, dear. Don’t worry. I never wanted to kill you. I was just joking.” I watched him indifferently. “This is your last chance. Otherwise, I could always let you fall. No one will know if someone dies here, right?”

"An influencer in our complex just killed someone! The victim was a pregnant woman, and both she and her baby lost their lives!" "I know, right? I just saw the pregnant woman's husband storming toward our building with a kitchen knife!" I had just reached the elevator when I heard several middle-aged women chattering away. I froze for a moment, feeling a phantom pain in my neck where the knife had slashed me. The scene of my brutal death in my previous life felt as vivid as ever.

Dean went to the closet and took out the boxing gloves, but Chris tossed back his second shot and waved the gloves away. The guys watched silently as Chris laid into the bag with a ferocity that they knew he possessed, but which they hadn’t seen in a long time. Not since Tiegert had been killed, actually. After five minutes, Chris yanked off his sweaty t-shirt and returned to the bag. Every muscle in his back and arms strained as he punched, kicked, punched again. The only sounds in the apartment were Chris’ hands and feet making contact with the leather and his harsh breathing.

How sweet. He chuckled, forcing the sound out, trying to ignore the sharp pang in his chest. Her words and every cute little gesture replayed in his mind, looping over and over. So this is how she is when she’s drunk. He calmly breathed at the thought. Another car approached. Killian already knew who it was. The vehicle stopped, and Chris stepped out. His gaze sweeped over the house before settling on the solitary figure enveloped in smoke. “You just returned from another country and you’re already here. You haven’t really let her go, have you?” Chris’ voice was natural.

“ I'm glad you didn't kill him ” “ I did kill him but you brought him back ” Chris said and Skyler knew that he was feeling guilty so she hugged him. “ I didn't mean to kill him but I was already losing my sanity as I could not find out where you are, I thought he knew anything about Reed's plan but it turns out that he didn't ” “ I understand ” “ I'm not a killer ” Chris said. “ I know, you're my adorable little Chris ” Skyler said jokingly.

"Master... Sect Master..." Chris' voice was barely a whisper, his words trailing off as his head lolled to the side. His body shuddered in a few final spasms before going still. Everyone, except Howard, inhaled sharply at the sight. Yoel and his crew, who had been Howard's shadow for years, had sensed something off about the cave when Howard had let the others enter first. However, they had not anticipated it being that deadly. Chris was no ordinary fighter. He was a martial knight with ultimate mastery so refined he was on the cusp of a major breakthrough. All that, and he perished all the same. What kind of horror lurked within that cave?

I almost forgot. "How is he?" I asked. "He killed Chris" he spilled. Oh fûcking hell.