Novel & Cerita Writer X Serial Killer

he said mockingly as I stared confused at him. He sat down on a wooden stool opposite me while staring intently at me. "Tell me what you are still doing with that serial killer?" He asked as though he was whispering. "Serial killer?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. "Oh he didn't tell you, Richard Wilson, your so called boyfriend is a serial killer, he is more dangerous than the devil itself" he said with a mocking smile as I shook my head not accepting any of his word. "You are lying, Richard is not that bad, you are lying, I don't want to listen to you" I said not allowing his words to get to me as he suddenly drifted into a wide laughter.

“My business is simple, I have clients who are looking for a specific type of person and I send it to them for a price. Whatever they do to them is a mystery and I couldn’t care less.” “Clients? What clients?” “Serial killers who doesn’t want to get caught, Psychos with the sickest fantasies. I send them what they are looking for to fulfill their desires.”

com/webserial *** ABOUT THE AUTHOR - writing as Alexia Praks (romance) and Bella Chan (BL) Alexia is a self-proclaimed hermit, puppers-loving girl who likes to write anything romance—be it contemporary, historical, fantasy, paranormal, BL, or a combination of any of these. Currently residing in Aotearoa (land of the long white cloud), she spends seventy percent of her time watching anime and reading w*******s and the other thirty percent daydreaming about food and procrastinating. Whatever’s left she actually uses to write books that may or may not bring her a few precious gold coins to support her lifestyle.

Humans still believe that werewolves exist in fantasy stories, and it's nothing close to reality. It was also the same for me a month ago. When I realised that the deaths of the criminals seemed to be caused by an animal, I had come to mock myself for how ridiculous I sounded. With me discovering their existence, I didn't doubt one minute that whoever that serial killer was was a werewolf. What I didn't understand is how he didn't hide his way of killing or even adopt a rather normal way of committing murder. Did he do that to announce to the world the existence of werewolves? But what would he get from making that fact known?

The moment she spoke, her tone turned sharp. "Some people can't write anything decent, so they pull cheap tricks instead. Don't you agree, Kobi?" I lowered my gaze and smiled faintly. "Bryan's definitely a rare talent. In that case, could you explain something to us? In your first novel, the killer wipes out everyone on the 13th floor, but leaves one old woman alive. Why?" Bryan didn't answer right away. He glanced at Paige, and her expression shifted instantly. "Kobi, are you here to apologize or to stir trouble?"

“Serializing it. See if anyone else finds comfort in the idea that the system is the real villain, not the people trapped in it.” He made a face. “You’re going to turn our trauma into a horror‑romance serial,” he said. “Of course you are.” “It’s what I’m good at,” she said. He groaned. “If you write me too accurately,” he warned, “people will think I’m bad for them. Broody. Controlling. Irrationally fond of knives.” “People already think they’re bad for them,” she said. “That’s half the appeal of monster romance.” “I’m not a monster anymore,” he pointed out.

My perfect main character. Ok, I went a little bit overboard with this serial killer. He did smile after all and that smile wasn’t that fake… or was it? “Stop thinking about the guy you won’t meet again!” I reprimanded myself. It was time to think about the story plot. “Maybe I should read some news… some bloody, criminal news…” I started my research. I spent four hours on reading useless articles, about some accidents with a shooting gun and deaths caused by gang scores. They were all dreadful and bloody, but there was nothing refined about it. And I needed some topic, that would match my perfect main character.

“So, you believe that there is a possibility that they plotted your father’s death and mother’s disappearance. And there is a great chance that your father’s schemes were discovered, or reported by someone… which eventually lead to his death—ordered to be murdered. And that leaves you to find who did it. Whoever stabbed your father in the back could be someone close to him.” “Correct.” Raverine grabbed a glass of whiskey and took it in one gulp. “Could be his friends or foes or… his own family.” I nodded and turned my attention to the computer screen. I typed in vampires in the search bar and mythical stories came up on the search browser first. “I wonder who wrote these articles and stories

Penelope gulped it down while listening to their introduction. “I am X. A serial murderer and an assassin. I don't choose the gender when killing. If I wanted to kill someone or someone paid me to do so, no matter who it is, I would kill that person.” “I am 01. I was sent to a black mental hospital before, but I escaped after killing all the people in that hospital, including the patients and doctors. I am skilled at torture.” “I am Ace. I just love killing people and I specialized in all types of torture.”