Weepy-voiced Killer Novels & Stories

Scott replied and Alex ran his hands through his hair. “And you haven't found out any information about this killer yet?” Alex asked. “Well, nothing. But I was able to speak with one of the guards that survived in Fiji on a phone call and he said, the killer was fast. Its skills were out of this world, he said there were ten who attacked it at a time and it knocked them out and killed some, he said the gender is male. He uses a computerised voice, he pulls the trigger of a gun faster than anyone he has ever seen.” Scott explained and Alex chuckled as he looked at the only image everyone had of the killer, the one caught on CCTV.

I heard the familiar deep voice, and this time, the hair on my neck stood as I felt his presence right behind me. So this was the reason ‌everyone stopped talking just now. "Well, aren't they just some dirty puppies?" I asked, and he smiled coldly at me before gripping my chin. "Even I know that, sweetheart. I want to know why those puppies agreed to your words," He said, and I smirked. "That's because I am really a nasty killer with a reputation, honey," I said with the same intensity, deliberately using the word honey as he called me sweetheart, and he looked at me observantly for some time before releasing my chin and standing straight.

"You'll have to wait until-" "But I can't hold it anymore. May I remind you that you guys took me before I could even take a leak!?" I demanded. "I do not know who your Alpha is, but I swear I will tell him how rude you guys are to me! Have you heard of me? I am the all-powerful Killer Smile. If you guys don’t let me take a leak, then I swear I will unleash my mighty power against you!" The men in the car let out a loud gasped and the person who was driving suddenly hit the brakes. My head bumped into the seat in front of me, and I let out a series of curses.

"Just look at how pathetic you are, Finn. So what if your mother dies? It'll just be one less nuisance." "Shut up!" I screamed. My eyes burned red. I tried to get up, but Hayden kicked me hard in the chest again. I coughed up blood that splattered onto his suit pants. "Do you still think you can talk back?" He crouched down, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look at him. "I was the one who caused your father's death. Now your mother's gone too. What are you going to do about it?" "I'll kill you!"

They dug up their hidden secrets and anger against each other, but I couldn't understand. Firstly, I didn't know why they had such strength, and secondly, why did they seem like vampires or werewolves? "Are you humans?" I mentioned, and Kidd looked at me. "He already knows," he said, glancing at Daniel, then suddenly leaping before me. "Because you've seen our true forms, sweetie, you need to die now," he smiled at me, revealing his long fangs that weakened my entire system. "This will be quick. Just close your eyes," and as if under a hypnotic spell, I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for him to take my life.

The once soft voice grew into a pitched tone which is followed by a loud evil laugher. "You couldn't save anyone at the end. Not even yourself." The voice said mockingly. After waiting for the humourous lecture to end, Wei finally regained his vision and movement. Without sparing a glance at the heap of corpse heaped before him. He surveyed his environment. "You killed them." A voice floated pass his ears. Looking down at the knife in his bloody hands, he shrugged. "You deserve to die. You are a murderer." The voice repeated. A little more harsh this time.

The pack house loomed in the distance, its familiar sight grounding me, if only for a moment. As I stepped out of my car, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I frowned and pulled it out, answering it cautiously. “Hello?” I said, my voice edged with suspicion. There was silence. “Hello? Is this some kind of joke? Because I swear, if this is—” A voice interrupted me, cold and mechanical, distorted as though coming through a voice modulator. “Reagan didn’t kill those werewolves.” I froze, the words hitting me like a punch to the stomach. My eyes darted around, scanning the quiet surroundings for any sign of someone watching me. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice sharp but trembling slightly.

Wait that voice! "You! Aren't you the one who came with the package!? The delivery man!?" She said. "Well babe I am no delivery man.. my aim to come here is something different. Anyway I don't have much time so I need your cooperation." He said. "Corporation?" "Value c sweetheart I am a professional killer hired to kill you. Normally I would have did my work till now but.. you are quite beautiful.. let me have some fun with you first, because killing you without having it taste would be a complete waste!" He said and laughed like a maniac. Avery was scared out of her wits.

His groin almost hurt from the stretching and this time pre-cum oozing from it. "But not today Jones" She pulled away from him picking the coffee and taking a sip she asked, "What's new." Great! Back to the buddy just after pulling me out of control. He choked on his thoughts as he tried to gulp. "Everything okay?" A hoarse voice called from behind. "Yes, Jones was just filling me in on the Poetic Killer," she glanced back and forth at the chief and Jones, "I must say, He is a charming one, so generous to leave such arousing poems for his victims. I wonder if he recites for-"

at my condition. "I won't let you die...you can't die so easily...that will be unfair to Riya...that will be unfair to her baby...you have to live...you need to live...you need to go through what she went through...you need to be punished for what you did...I can't let this happen to you Sunny...you need to wake up...you need to wake up Sunny...WAKE UP" "MURDERER" "RAPIST" "STOPPP...ARHHHH" I shouted as my head started to spin...a shooting pain igniting my brain as the voices got louder and louder.