Cute Murderer の小説・ストーリー

He was evil inside - out. “ I really enjoyed it when you were squirming like some fish out of water. ” His eyes went down to the same bite marks, that had been bugging his mind. Probably, he was too harsh on her. He was a murderer, a torturer, a butcher, a Mafia leader but he was not a rapist. He didn't want to be one either. He didn't know what drove him so mad to the point, he wanted to rape her brutally.

He continued to wear the same pure smile. He still looked like an innocent kid. Who would have thought that a kid would be the real murderer?

Martin had been there many times, but it was the first time he was explaining about Carla’s condition to William. "Is there no other way?" Although William did not ask about her condition, he felt grateful to her for saving his life. "No.” Martin shook his head and continued, "She has dozens of stitches on her back and the wound is deep. The guy who tried to attack you was going for the kill." Anpu was a cold-hearted man. He wanted to kill William before he took everything from him. However, Anpu had been overly confident. How could William let himself be trampled upon?

I clear my throat, "Excuse me, yours?" "You're excused," he says as a beautiful, bright smile replaces the cocky smirk. Oh hell no, I didn't think of his smile as beautiful just now! I can't think of anything close to this man that is even remotely beautiful or nice. He's a cold-blooded murderer and whatever will happen is nothing but a business to save my pack. There's no way I'll ever fall for his charms, no matter how hard it may be to resist him: him and that damn smile.

He could douse himself in bleach and still never wash away the stain of suspicion. The public discourse was merciless. "Justin always looked so elegant and gentlemanly. Even his smile seemed radiant. How could someone like that be a cold-blooded killer? It's completely surreal!" "What's so surreal about it? Killers don't walk around wearing name tags. Often, the most unassuming people hide the most psychotic tendencies. They blend in by acting more polite and innocent than the rest of us. If you think about it, doesn't Justin fit that description perfectly? "And haven't you read the case details that were released? The murder happened 20 years ago. He was barely more than a teenager back the

Albern was really confused by Harnum's change in attitude. "Harnum, what's wrong?" Albert asked. "I want to go home!" Harnum replied curtly. Albern frowned, he really felt strange. Why was Harnum, who had been cheerful and spoke softly towards him, but now suddenly turned curt. Without waiting for an answer from Albern, Harnum took his first step, leaving Albern who was still frozen and stunned. 'No! There's no way I'll accept the love of a murderer. The murderous man who killed my husband and child. No! Impossible! "Once a murderer always a murderer," thought Harnum.

"There are people around us. Be careful when you speak. Besides, the real murderer has not been caught yet. Don't think about these things." "We know who the murderers are already. We only need one more piece of evidence." Jackie smiled and suddenly said in a colder voice, "I'm not worried about not finding the real murderer, but just haven't thought of a way to kill them most viciously."

Stella looked at the screen and tapped on the table with her fingers rhythmically. She said lightly, "The murderer is a man, about 30 years old, approximately 1.75 m to 1.80 m tall. He should have a thin body and has had higher education. He has a high IQ and a good EQ. His parents and siblings should be dead. He has a good amount of fortune and has a car, which should be a luxurious one. He looks ordinary and has very good speaking skills. He appears harmless at ordinary times, so it was easy for him to hide his intentions."

Fuck. The reminder that my girlfriend is a killer doesn’t sit well with me. Beauty doesn’t seem phased by my question in the slightest as she wipes her mouth and says, “The teaspoon in an ass full of sugar says that the killer we are looking for had time on his hands, as well as a creative idea of torture. Meaning we're searching for someone who used to do that sort of thing, you know, get information, and maybe interrogate people- that sorta shit. Same with the other victims, the nails clipped off, stained fingers. This to me is all leading to people who are choosing their victims, means they have to be nearby, in a central place where it is easy to spot their new target.”

His laughter sent chills down my spine. I didn’t dare answer. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. He stood, drawing the pistol from his hip and pointing it lazily towards me. “I like your spirit. I really do. I sort of understand why Casio is fond of you. But you.” He towered over me, then pressed the gun against my temple. The coldness made me close my eyes, “I don’t understand what you see in him.” He removed the gun and stood straight. “I mean, he’s a killer.”