Totally Killer Novels & Stories

she told him looking worried “Hey, your brother mentioned something about your limited knowledge about this place, how long have you been here?” “About a year or more, I can’t tell anymore" she looked him straight in the eyes “it wasn’t easy getting to this place". “I ......-" he waited for a customer to pass by before he continued in a lowered voice “I wanted to know, that first guy we killed-" “You mean YOU killed" she cut him off “Ok" he sighed “the one I killed, he called me something, he called me Jhin I think, is that my name or is that even a name”

He was the Coretti's Enforcer. If someone weren't paying their debts or if they needed to get a message out through violence or... someone's death. He is who they called. According to the rumors Nino Coretti wasn't a man to play around with, he killed more than a serial killer with anger issues. The last one was leaning against the wall twirling a switchblade in his hand expertly, looking like he was bored with everyone's existence. He had jet black hair and a face that reminded me of a sculpture of Apollo I'd seen on my last visit to the museum. Why were they all so bloody beautiful!

He was dead. I killed him.

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.

"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.

Who the hell were these freaks? “Who are you, and what are you doing here at this hour?” one of them demanded, his accent thick, South African maybe. His eyes were sharp, calculating. “I’m harmless,” I said quickly, trying to keep my voice steady. “I work at Legacy Enterprise. I don’t know why you’re acting like this.” The second man, tall and pale, raised his gun and pointed it directly at me. “Do not move until Mr. Cross arrives—or you’re a goner.” His British accent only made the threat sound colder.