Tsukasa Romantic Killer Novels & Stories

"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.

The sound of steel cutting through flesh and bone with the subsequent screams puts Tsuki off, but he quickly steels himself, getting out from his chair as he watches the doctor writhe on the floor in pain, clutching at his missing arm. Tsuki takes a deep breath crossing over to the door of the room their in and lowers himself, blade at his side, ready to slice through muscle fibers and tendons. Tsuki shifts his free hand over to the gun on his head, gripping it and pulling the hammer back. The door is kicked open, flying into the wall and causing a dent in it. Two men sprint through the door, guns in hand, fully expecting that whoever they were looking for would be right in front of them - O

I snapped my head up, my rifle instantly rising to target the shadow stepping out from the parallel corridor. It wasn't one of Roman's scouts. It was the one man I never thought I would ever see in my estate. Victor Vancouver. Unlike his men, he wore an expensive, tailored suit. He had three shooters flanking him, their weapons raised in our direction. "Well, well, Lord Bane," Victor began, his voice dripping with an arrogant, unbothered confidence. “This is quite the welcome party” "You're a long way from home, Victor," I growled, my finger tightening against the trigger of my rifle. "You code-scrambled my cliffs just to commit suicide in my hallway?"

Hugo said, tossing the brass. Dominic walked over, his eyes scanning the charred bodies of his men. "What do you see?" "Center mass, headshots. Clean," Hugo stood up, shoving the brass into his pocket. "Professional work. No hesitation. They didn't even give our boys a chance to scream." Dominic looked at the bullet holes in the wall, his jaw tight. "Tokyo standards," Dominic muttered, his voice dropping. "Yamaguchi-gumi," Hugo nodded. "Takahashi sent his top-tier hitters. He’s spitting right in your face, Dom."

"I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit." His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..." I raised a hand, cutting off his frantic denial. "The bride was Tessa, her voice matching that of the dragging dispatcher. I realized then it was no mishap, but murder. Her warped obsession killed Wesley and demolished us. I shattered, fleeing into a train's path..." I trailed off, but my quivering voice implied the rest. Chris's hand extended shakily but retr

The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion. Before I could even break down, I saw a scene that shattered my heart. My twins ran happily into Sylvia’s arms. They clung to her and called her mother. “My children…my children…” Hearing my broken sobs, Kael laughed softly. “Your children were killed by me on the day they were born. These two are the children Sylvia and I conceived.” He looked down at me from above, a vicious smile appeared on his face. “Sylvia was successfully turned yesterday.You are no longer useful now. So why don’t you die now?”

Tatsuhiko, a Yakuza. “You bastard!” the shooter shouted, raising his weapon again. “I’ll kill you!” In a blink, Isis was in front of him. His katana pierced flesh, thrust through and anchored to the wall behind him. “Stay right there,” Isis said, his voice calm but deadly. He turned to Mr. Tatsuhiko. “You’re unarmed,” he observed. “I underestimated you,” Tatsuhiko said, maintaining composure. “But a noble warrior doesn’t kill an opponent without a weapon.”

Amira moaned, her body betraying her as Lucas took control, making her momentarily forget the horror that had just unfolded. When he freed her lips, Amira stared at him, shaking. "Are you doing this for the first time?" Lucas lifted an eyebrow, not understanding. "What do you mean?" She motioned at Tasha's body. "Killing someone." He smiled. "Funny of you to think so after I told you I was a Mafia Don." Amira gulped, staring at him. "Not really." Lucas started trailing kisses down her neck to her mounds. "And you? Have you killed someone?"