Totally Killer Chris Novels & Stories

"He... killed her. Right before my eyes." "Che cazzo?" [What the fuck?] "He's the fucking Satan," Mathew chuckled. "That's Chris." "Why does everyone say that?" De questioned. I admired the night view and the stars that were visible but I listened closely to the conversation happening behind me. "Chris is cruel to the people he hates. And the people that deserve it. You girls should be happy you haven't seen his bad side. Once, he killed twenty people that were threatening to touch his sister," deserved it. "But once, he killed four men with his bare hands after they tried to beat him up," for some reason that didn't scare me. I thought it would but no. "He knows how to fight and he never lo

A highway pursuit of a fugitive ended in a crash. I was rushed to the hospital alongside a death-row convict. "The patient's left chest cavity has been pierced by rebar. He needs emergency surgery immediately. Get his family on the line!" I did not want my mother, who was thousands of miles away, to worry. I forced myself to stay conscious and prepared to sign the consent form on my own. Yet the deputy chief of the military hospital snatched the form out of my hands. He ordered the staff to wheel me out of the operating room by force, all so they could treat the barely scratched convict instead. "Save him first. He has a clotting disorder. If the bleeding isn't stopped now, it'll be fata

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.

It dawns on him that Chris, driven by a desire for retribution, must be the very person responsible for Tyler's tragic end. Miguel's mind races as he pieces together the fragments of this chilling puzzle. He vividly recalls the intensity of the feud that had unfolded between Tyler and Chris. Their bond had been shattered by irreconcilable differences, festering with resentment and animosity. Miguel had naively believed that the ghastly delivery of the human head would serve as a deterrent, a chilling reminder of the lengths one would go to seek vengeance.

Chris slowly tiptoed to him and before he could do anything, Chris dipped a dagger in the back of his neck and simultaneously covered his mouth so he wouldn’t scream,the sight of blood splurting from his throat makes me cover my own mouth so I don’t scream I never knew Chris was a trained assassin or had such skills, he grabs me by the hand and we start to make a run for the gate, just then, another guy jumps out of nowhere and tackles Chris to the floor, they rumble and tumble until Chris gets on top of him and starts punching down on him The third guy appears and hits Chris on the head with a stick making him fall off, but Chis immediately gets up and dodge as the guy wanted to hit him aga

Dan replied as his back hugged the wall next to the room they were in. “Speak for yourself. I know you killed Ross. We are family, after all, it runs in your blood.” Chris stood quickly to see where he was. Throwing Julissa away from him he opened the door slicing his knife low at Dan’s stomach first, but he missed as Dan jumped back, aiming right at his head again. But Chris used the balance of Dan being thrown off from his jump to punch him, then he grabbed his face smacking it into the wall.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

" Back then, my dad believed a rumor and drove up the mountain in a blizzard. I had always thought it was just an accident. My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at him. I could no longer control the twisted look on my face. "Hayden! I want you six feet under just like my dad!" I used all my strength to pull myself up. I reached for the shattered glass and tried to stab him with it, but the moment I picked it up, the attending physician stopped me. "Mr. Kirkland, your mother just flatlined!"

she says as she turns the laptop to me. All I catch is shadowed images of a man's form. Nothing that gets his face up close in any of the shots. Sarissa scrolls down countless images of countless horror deadlines as she continues talking. “They say that he is dangerous,” she says, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world when she comes across posts and articles highlighting his horrors. “They say he is a vile, wicked killer. No-mercy man. Always ready to put a bullet in the head of anyone who dares to cross him or betray him.” She looks at me, eyes crinkling with excitement, derangement and pure anticipation. “Isn't that perfect?”