Novel & Cerita Yandere Killer

Whoever has taken her, doesn’t have the slightest ideia of the carnage I’ll be capable of doing if they touch a hair out of my woman’s head. “Fuck, when I find who did this, I’ll rip off very slowly the members of the mother fucker who dared touch my woman.” Hunter holds me by the arm, worried to see me so disturbed. “Adam, you have to calm down otherwise it can be worse for her.” “Fucking calm, Hunter. I’ll kill the bastard, very slow and no one will stop me, you can be sure of that. I only have three suspects: the two feds and the miserable Igor Kedrak.”

I walked in the direction of my car and she sighed. "I don't know who he is. But he was after me. As soon as he saw me he turned into Jason." She explained, watching as they tried putting out the fire. "He said something about someone named Drea." She told me and I stopped. That was Theo's men. Andrea was his daughter who was killed by my father years ago. And he blames me. I didn't care. I opened her door for her, waiting for her to get in and she looked at me.

he left the threat unfinished. "You'd feel the same way if it were Ki-Ki." I shrugged. Kord lost the color in his face. Nodded as well. "That's fucking true. Fine, back on track. I think Scarlet is a Valkyrie, and before you jump down my throat about it, I'll explain what, who, how, and give you some guesses as to why. The when and where are up to you to figure out." Xander took a seat at the table, nodded to let Kord know he was listening.

She dismissed it immediately. He took small, deliberate steps towards her, taking his time getting closer, eyes darkening in ways she'd yet to see them do. She was the kind of woman that had anything goes, oh but be careful what you wish for written all over her. Keira Dormer was an untamable predator. Playing with her was the kind of thing that would come back to bite you in the ass. She'd hurt so sweetly that you'd want her to do it again, knowing she never would. He knew because he'd seen too many women react to him the way he was reacting to her.

She was the one that killed Derrick, Waverly’s mate. Aldric felt Xyler push forward. He wanted out, he wanted revenge. He could everything in his body twitch and shake as he locked eyes with her. “Let’s make a deal.” She grinned, her canine’s were down showing that she was ready for a fight. “Why?” Aldric asked, his eyes glowing letting her know if she tried to shift; he was ready. “Don't you want to live? Why thats a dumb ass question.” She laughed, her voice cackling as she did.

Riena let go of the boy’s hand as Anya approached, and the two of them collapsed into a hug. “Oh my baby, don't be scared. Mommy is here, okay?” I went to stand by them in front of Riena, my attention remained on her. She had dyed her hair black and looked entirely different with a wardrobe change. This wasn't Riena the office worker, this was Riena Kurobane, Blood assassin of the Yakuza, daughter of the Black Raven of Osaka. But it seemed Anya didn't care about that. She stood up, her face red with fury, and slapped Riena hard across the face. Riena’s men moved to react, but Riena held up a hand to stop them.

A stark reminder that this battle was not just a clash of powers, but a test of survival. Hestia's eyes blazed with bright fury and gleaming desperation as she raised her dagger once again, the blade gleaming in the dim light. “Fuck you, Cassidy! Let me go!” With renewed ferocity, we clashed, each strike a symphony of power and determination to kill one another. “Before you die, I want to slap you with reality.” I cocked my head at Gamma Jamenei, who dispersed himself in front of me and gave me the cylindrical beaker containing blood. “Do you see the color of this?” I asked her, still trying to claw me out but my hand was firm around her neck.

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t