Novel & Cerita Writer X Serial Killer

“It’s so insane it might be good.” “Right? I want to write it, but I’m worried about how Cruz is going to react when I tell him I need him on another cover.” She sighed wistfully. “Third option?” “Gritty earthly police officer investigating a serial killer who turns out to be a vampiric alien from another world who survives on blood. He doesn’t mean to kill his victims but if he doesn’t eat, he will die.” “How do you come up with this stuff?” “I don’t know. Yesterday I was in the shower looking at Cruz’s body wash and it has mint in it and all I could think of was using mint leaves as a garnish in this vampiric alien’s bloody Mary.”

༺RAYNE༻ I insert the keys into the locks, my hands slightly shaking in fear or what I'd find inside. This is just like the stuff I read in novels, where the wife discovers her husband is a serial killer with a room filled with the gruesome remains of his victims, female dead bodies. “No,” I mutter, shaking my head. That's impossible. There's no way Liam is a serial killer. But then the way he acts sometimes, his mysterious and dangerous aura and his unapologetic behaviour makes this even more plausible.

About the Author Mariss Mariano, also known as marisswrites on W*****d, is a 24-year old writer living in the province of Nueva Ecija, Philippines. She fell in love with writing at the age of 14 when she started scribbling on her big notebook about the first story she wanted to write. Two years later (2013), she found herself writing in an online platform called W*****d and that starts her career as an online writer focusing on Romance but trying to explore different genre. Mariss won The Watty Awards 2020 with her winning story Saving Serene under Young Adult category. The story is about a woman named Serene who lost her will to live because she didn’t know what she wants to do with her lif

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1 DO WE REALLY have to go through this whole ‘introduce ourselves’ thing again? The only thing I hate more than introductions is repeating myself. Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll do this, though I have to say it would be easier for all of us if you just read my first book. So, my name is Sarah Killian and I am a Professional Serial Killer. DO NOT confuse me with an assassin. I hate those guys. Every. Last. One. Well, except for Mary Sue. She’s an exception. She’s an exception to a lot of things. I’ll get to her in a bit.

“Did he ever tell you that?” Declan shook his head but remained quiet. “I write horror. Have you ever heard of A.A. Abernathy?” Declan’s eyes widened and he nodded. “I’ve read them all. Mason got me onto them.” Lisa blushed. “That’s me. I write under a pen name.” He grinned at her. “That’s fucking amazing,” he said. “I never would’ve guessed that a sweet thing like you could write such twisted shit.” She shrugged. “I have a lot of issues. I find killing people with prose goes a long way to sorting out my shit.”

Hmm, interesting. "Come on, I'll show you where my car is." I follow him to a black BMW and my mouth almost drops. A serial killer can't have fancy cars, right? He opens the door to the front seat for me and I blush and I get in. Serial killers also aren't gentlemen. I don't know! I don't watch serial killer documentaries on N*****x I'm a romance kind of girl, I love romance but I can't provide a nice groundbreaking romance novel to get published. Ugh! You know what, I'm not giving up I'm going to keep my head up high and I'm going to write another book one they'll love. I can't give up now, I won't give up.

She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit. "Oh." Then it clicked cause her eyes lit up. "Wait, that guy who's into the fucked-up minds of serial killers, like you?" She said it like it was a hobby, like collecting stamps or something, not delving into the twisted minds of psychos. This guy had claimed all the theories about serial killers, like Bundy and the like, were bullshit. No connection between the evil they did and their grey matter. Just monsters who got off on hurting others, nothing more, nothing less. Sounded like an arrogant prick, but I'd let him keep thinking whatever he wanted. He didn't know shit about my world, about why I really left Russia. A secret I kept cl

"I heard she's a serial killer" "Yeah. She's bad news" "Fuck. I think I peed on my pants" I gulped. So she really is bad news. *************************** Disclaimer: This book was written when I was a lot younger and didn't know about life and had this overactive imagination. The name of characters, places and organizations are just products of the author's mind. Plagiarism is a crime punishable by law. ©Devilscrib

“Although I can't say I'm weird. I flashed them both an evil smile. “Of course, ten percent of serial killers are female. — a statistic completely invented by me. Mark scowled. “That's not what I said. - Serial killers? Neal said with raised eyebrows. - How it is? - Just kidding. "Wow, didn't anyone have a sense of humor?" "Look, the Neal can write down your license plate, Mark, and save information from our license plates. driver. If one of us turns up dead, he'll tell the police who did it. - The truth