Writer X Serial Killer Novels & Stories

“He killed his roommate and got away with it. What the hell?” I shuffled through the rest of the articles. “A woman was found dead in an alley. A woman was found dead on a running trail. A woman was found dead in a parking lot.” Article after article, I read about a woman being found dead. In each case, the killer wasn’t found. No connections were made with each murder, except that these articles were kept. “Holy shit.” Wakely’s face went white. “My father is a serial killer.”

Sawyer walked up to her with an axe in his hands, his suit stained with her blood and his hands drenched in red. “I’m sorry, but you had it coming,” he said, raising the axe to behead her. “Ah!” I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands as my breathing became erratic. I felt like I was going to throw up, but not here. I had to force myself to keep it together, despite the overwhelming urge. I found countless files--almost over 400. He was not only a serial killer but a monster.

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

“Do you think anyone in his church, community or his family thought he was capable of binding woman up, torturing them being ultimately killing them?” “Probably not.” “So, people who kill are experts at hiding their kills or habits?” “Yes.” “Did you know that most serial killers in America actually have a very high IQ.” “I did. As do most scientist.” “Scientist don’t kill people. Did you know they only caught BTK after he wrote a letter to the press about starting up his fantasy again?” “Yes.” “So why is Hailey reappeared?”

It's as if his novels are his veiled journals of his crimes. Most serial killer leaves a mark in every crime scene. Like a calling card telling the police and the people that it's them who did the crime. Some uses a specific weapon, others set the crime scene like a staged portrayal of something, and there are some serial killers who loves to kill in one place, or they have a certain victim profile.