Totally Killer Chris Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“When he finished, another one climbed on top of me, then another, then another. Or maybe the same ones, I don’t know. It went on like that for two days – I was raped between being beaten. Or maybe I was beaten between being raped. I’m not sure. I was bound and blind the whole time… I never saw any of their faces. I never knew when it was coming, or what was coming.” She dared to glance up at Chris, and she was shocked at the look on his face. She knew that Chris had killed people in Afghanistan, she knew that he’d been trained to do exactly that. She didn’t know much about Ranger training, but she’d seen movies about it, and she assumed it was brutal and torturous. This man had gotten throu

“Wrong answer.” The man’s eyes widened, a scream tearing from his throat as the knife shot into his neck, almost ripping his soul away. Killian’s eyes were black as he watched the blood ooze out. Satisfaction. Chris watched without a flicker of emotion on his face, proving he was no less heartless. He was used to this, just like the monster standing before him. “You thought I would ask you to spill it?” Killian scoffed, a cruel smile twisting on his lips. “Foolish bastard.”

The chief looks serious. The chief glanced around. Keep this quiet for now. But your captain is right. This was deliberate. Professional. Not a prank. Kade took the metal from me and turned it over. His eyes went dark. I know this type. Used in tight operations back home. Burns everything. Fast. No evidence left usually. They meant to kill. The young winger joined us breathing quick. Kill? Us? Who would do that? We are just hockey players. The big defenseman came next. This is Vance and his people. Has to be. The party was bringing us together. They hate that.

“ 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.

"Oh. Yes. I’ve read it three times, but I find comfort in the end of the world sometimes. It makes my own feel... manageable." A genuine, boyish grin broke across his face. It was the first one I had seen that didn't feel like he wanted to hurt someone. "I’m more of a THE SHINING man, myself.” My heard perked up. “You’re serious?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” I laughed, a small, genuine sound that surprised both of us. "Nathaniel, you like Stephen King? I pictured the Valak men reading war manifestos or ledgers of their enemies."