Cute Murderer Novels & Stories

But the worst thing was that there were still not enough clues to even suspect anyone. At this point the public learned more about the murders and it obviously became a hot topic. People couldn't believe that a human being would be willing to do something like this, and the most terrifying thing was that the murderer was literally biting off pieces of the victim's body. And through these distinctive elements of his murders, in the press, on television and Internet he was hailed as the 'Mad Dog'. And unfortunately, as it turned out later, this was only the beginning of a series of bloody murders.

Aaron informed him, watching the group of people gathered trying to see what was going on behind the yellow tape. "This scene seems familiar." Chad suddenly said, drawing Aaron's attention away from the group. "It is?" He asked his partner who didn't respond to the question. Aaron begged God for patience to deal with his frustrating partner. "In LA, there were three murders, all females. The killer specialized in cutting people up like parts to be used in a sacrifice. I actually admired how clean he could be, doing something this delicate and not leaving a single trace of himself.... splendid, isn't it?" Chad turned his light grey eyes to Aaron's baby dark blue eyes. Aaron gave himself a men

He is a murdered who had killed a innocent family man and now showing his pervert ways on me. I feel really really disgusting. *********************

Well, that child is the Tiger he had just murdered and His Mate. Fate Just Got Badass. And it will sting like bloody hell. ******

He peered up at me and narrowed his gaze past me, was he looking for someone? "Not hiding behind a five-year-old tonight?" He growled, I kept my distance and said "I wanted you to calm down before you did anything that you'd regret," He chuckled darkly. "You don't know me then. I hardly regret anything I do," He snarled. I was pondering on his words, he didn't regret a thing he did. He wouldn't regret killing me? He fucking didn't even regret killing his first Luna. 'A promiscuous woman!' My wolf, Liana, added and I immediately shut her out.

Her eyes moved down to the gun and she knew where all of this was going. "Look, I know you would kill me if I didn't agree to marry you but.... but you're a murderer, I can't marry a killer. Please, please," "Exactly," he looked up at her, his eyes latching off of from the gun, "I'm a killer, a bloody murderer," he stated, maniacally, stepping closer to her, "and you're my prey number two of today," "And I won't be even at fault because you would die out of your own foolishness. You knew the basement was a strange area and you still went there. What's that they say, curiosity kills the cat,"

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

“You don’t know anything about me.” “Oh, but I do,” she whispered, her eyes narrowing with hatred. “You’re just like me, Migumi. A killer. A murderer. You can dress it up in whatever noble cause you like, but it doesn’t change the truth. You’ll live with that blood on your hands for the rest of your miserable life.” Charlotte smirked widely.

"Wolfsbane? Did she do it herself? For sympathy?" The words tasted like ash in my mouth. Pathetic. "No!" Marcus bellowed, showing disrespect to his Alpha for the first time. "No mother would risk her own child for a damn game! I saw the needle mark on her neck. The dose was lethal! Someone murdered her!" Someone murdered her. My mind went blank. I had locked her in a cage, cut her off from our bond. I thought it was a punishment for her "games." I never imagined someone would do this to her where I couldn't see.

A second later, the lights flickered back on. Both of them blinked against the sudden brightness while rain continued crashing loudly outside the apartment windows. Damian let out a breath. “Okay. Storm. Cool. I was mentally preparing for a serial killer standing behind the shower curtain.” Quinn laughed softly, her forehead resting briefly against his shoulder. “You watch too many horror movies.” “I profile murderers for fun, Quinn. My brain isn’t healthy.” The warmth between them returned almost instantly after that. Easier now somehow. Familiar.