Virgo Serial Killers Mga Nobela at Kwento

I rubbed Willa's face as she pouted unhappily, "This thing is serious. Have you looked through the files?" The files of the victims of this "vampire incident". The victims were all high ranks in random packs, betas mostly, and even Alphas. "It started with a beta, but the last victim was an Alpha," Kirsch nodded. He was always reliable when it comes to important matters. "You know what that means, don't you?" I got the files from Kirsch, but Willa wouldn't let go of me. "I don't want you to go!" Willa wrapped her arms around my waist, "Please, this is our first date!"

Vito cackled. “What?” Serenity breathed, disbelief lacing her tone. “It’s a real pity, if the man wasn’t dead I would have killed him myself for lying to me, but alas.” Vito leaned against his desk and shrugged. “You were involved with Fernando Garcia?” Serenity stated more than asked, but the shock that was running through her system was too great to ignore. “Oh, you didn’t know that?” Vito’s smirk widened and he shook his head, “You should have just minded your own business.” he ‘tsked’.

This drove another of Richard's children still alive leading to a series of murders, starting on the highways, several bodies of teenagers hitchhiking there were found torn apart, so he started breaking into houses which is where the highway took them and that the next town the highways took them to was the town of Charles Dexter Ward. Meanwhile, Richard in the midst of his imprisonment, in which his son Howard Randolfi V fled, starting a series of murders along the road and the nearby towns, immediately, in which they saw in their wake a series of victims from the neighboring towns of Ambrose Bierce , among the witches and female werewolves, who was living in that community of snake men and

Diego swiped through photos on the screen. “We’ve identified three individuals with connections to both Piagel and Goran. All with criminal records ranging from assault to extortion. All potentially dangerous.” The first photo showed a man in his forties, scarred face, dead eyes. “Marcus Vega. Did time for aggravated assault. Works as muscle for hire. Was seen meeting with one of Piagel’s former business partners last week.” Second photo: a woman with sharp features and calculating expression. “Nina Volkov. White-collar criminal. Specializes in corporate sabotage. Has connections to Goran’s import business.”

"Who is she?" "She says her name is Lorena," his father replied. "We already know the identity of the person responsible." "Who is it?" Valentino frowned with annoyance. "Who the hell tried to kill me?" "Lirio Moretti," the officer explained in his place, leaving Valentino stunned. "According to the accused's statements, Lirio Moretti, recently convicted, is involved in all this. It turns out she is a relative of hers; this woman is Lirio's cousin and the sister of Víctor Moretti, also recently imprisoned for serious crimes."

“On what?” “Whether murder becomes legally acceptable if someone wears silver shoes with a gold dress.” “That sounds important.” “It is important.” Ciro’s eyes moved to the arm linked through Oriana’s. Then back to Violetta. “You have five minutes.” Violetta smiled sweetly. “Control issues is one of your specialties, Capo.” She pulled Oriana away before he could answer. Oriana glanced back once. Ciro was still watching her. Not casually either. Watching her the way men watched things they intended to keep.

“What do you mean?” He leaned against the SUV, his voice dropping even lower. “I saw messages. Serena’s been sloppy when she thinks she’s alone. Vivian is tied to at least four murders in the last two years. Not just rivals, regular people who got in her way. A banker who wouldn’t cooperate with her money laundering activities. A journalist digging into the Aurelia Trust. Even one of her own girls who tried to leave. They made it look like accidents or overdoses, but the patterns are there. I got copies.”

Now I understood the murderous fury radiating from the man beside me, making his frame vibrate against mine. This was the Don who let his shadow kill Marcello's brother. This was the monster responsible for the ghost that haunted the Vitale family. The man who had ordered the execution, or at the very least allowed his direct subordinate to pull the trigger, ripping away Marcello's flesh and blood and leaving a permanent, bleeding scar on his soul. My stomach turned to ice, a wave of disgust and visceral hatred rising up in my throat. I stared at his extended hand, and all I could see was the stain of dark, sticky blood coating his fingers.

And so on and so forth, all the way up to Johnny Marlowe. Thirteen victims, with no noticeable connection between any of them. All in different age brackets, ethnicities, social statuses, etcetera. The only common thread for any of the cases is that—with the exception of Johnny Marlowe—they all appear to have been eviscerated and then transported, post-mortem, to where their bodies were found. This suggests they were probably killed in the killer’s home, so he most likely lives alone and somewhere secluded where he can ‘work’ without interruption or fear of detection. The only probable reason why Johnny was an exception to this was due to Bethany and my interruption of his murder. About half

"Who is she?" "That is none of your business," he glares before smiling once again. "I've got something for you and also, something to show you." I don't say anything and just stare at him. His silver orbs were no longer looking the same. They had a different intention, a different aura, they didn't have the Alex that I thought I knew. He brings out an orange flower and then shoves it in my hair. "So gorgeous," I shiver when his skin makes contact with mine. "Look at this, look what they did to me," he raises the newspaper to me. Who even reads- anyways- it reads, ALEXANDER McCANN; WANTED FOR MURDER.