Weepy-voiced Killer Novels & Stories

The female voice gloated, satisfaction dripping in her voice. "Now we've taken out two of them!" She crowed happily. "But knock her out to speed up the process. I need to get back to the party." "Of course, my love." He said, and I heard him move closer to me. "Two of us?" I wondered, deathly scared. "What were they talking about?" I desperately tried to open my eyes to see my killers. I merely got a glimpse of his booted foot rapidly moving towards my face. I shuddered as his boot connected with my face, and an unbearable blinding pain shot through me. Everything went dark, and as I took my last breath, my final thought was;

Damien asked. She leaned back and blew a fat bubble that popped loud against her glossy lips “The scent clinging to it was familiar.Your little killer isn’t out there somewhere. He’s nearby, breathing your air, probably laughing at how easy it was.” “Watch your tone, witch. Spend less time kissing the dicks of every man in the city, and maybe you’d know more than you’re telling us.” Rowan snapped. Nyla bared her fangs, eyes flashing the classic vampire gold.

The mysterious killer tried to stand up, hands hugging his face, watching about Tadhg Walrer of a punch to let him bring never forget feeling, each battle stinging overflow at the face above, like as being slapped with a pain. But he looked to Tadhg Walter, could not cannot laugh cold, said. "Little son, you will surely die! Why don't you know that I am talented, I am a good poisoner, I have poison on my blade, recently spread throughout your body, you will not live until tomorrow, you please pray! "

A smooth voice spoke out. The voice licked Lin’s eardrums and goosebumps rose on her skin. When she looked in the direction of the voice and saw the person, her heart dropped. It was the guy that Hunter and Jade had talked about. He looked exactly as they had described. Lin felt lightheaded, as if she wanted to faint but she did not. Maybe it was because she was way too scared and shocked. The guy had killed three people and injured werewolves that were known for their strength and combat skills.

I frowned, he always had his phone on him and with how many times he had called me…—why had it gone to voicemail? “Rhayden? We have a problem. I killed a rogue. But, there’s something else. He looks like Vince and Norman.” I hung up and turned back to the man, walking over and pulled the dagger from his chin with a sickening squelch. Wiping the knife on the back of my pants, I closed it, shoving it back into my pocket and turned to the alley. I had to get out of here. In six hours, the vampire would be toast—not a trace of him left, and the girl… she’d be another unsolved murder in the streets of Miami.

He laughed like a lunatic. "Do you think it's easy to kill me?" Weylin's lips curved upwards into a sinister smirk. "Addressing me as Weylin Turner, you must know who I am." "Ah, well…" the leader said, rubbing his lower lip, acting as if he was drowned in his deep thoughts. "How about handing over that pretty wife of yours to us? I might spare your life." "WATCH YOUR MOUTH, BASTARD!" Weylin roared, taking out his gun. "Don't you dare to lay your dirty eyes on her. Otherwise, I might pluck out those useless eyes of yours!" He trembled in rage, tightening his grip on his gun.

“Why did you kill him? What has he done that he deserved death?” “I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Lyra.” “Oh, you do.” She looked like she did. She didn't even look at me. “Tell me, what are you up to? Why did you want to move in here?” “Okay, I already told you. Mom is not safe unless she's here.” “Exactly what the caller told me.” “I used a voice manipulator. I'm the caller.” “Oh my God, you are a murderer.” I covered my mouth, my heart skipping several beats.

It was so suffocating that the veterans had a hard time breathing. “I-it’s Simon Bard, the Emerald Tiger!” one of the younger Crestfalls recognized the man and screamed in fear. “W-what? Simon Barn?” “The notorious killer who massacred all of the Lowes in one night? The vicious killer who did not even spare the old and the young?” “It’s him! I heard that all the Lowes had their hearts ripped out by the killer. The hearts were then arranged on the floor to spell his name!” “We’re over! We’re done for!”

It seems that they are hungry to kill someone. "Sixty seconds, Accalia!" Accalia run as fast as she could but it was too late. Lycano close his eyes when he said the number one. After that, the werewolves jump to the different windows of the mansion. Then, Lycano loses his connection to the CCTV of the mansion. He couldn't even hear the sound of Accalia's voice. "I just hope she will survive."

"Either the person is a slave, or he/she must have killed in self-defense and is extremely afraid to tell anyone, despite being the victim." "Yes, Sir," he responded, his voice obedient. "Let the case die," I instructed yet again, my tone dismissive. "Okay, sir... we won't investigate any further," he declared, and I ended the call. "This could get really, really bad if it's Daisy," I thought to myself. "She may lose her life over this." "Daisy, it must not be you," a voice in my mind whispered, a voice that now seemed familiar with Daisy. "Sir, I'm sorry for listening in on your conversation," Joe, my most trusted and head guard, apologized, "but no sane person would send a human assassin t