Romans & histoires Cute Murderer

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

"I know right. That murderer is a true demon. Someone made of an evil heart. Don't you agree, Jean Luc?" "I know. He's a psychopath that does not belong on this earth. He's awfully cruel, and to be hunted by him is beyond dangerous." The side of her lips seemed to tug upwards for a moment before it was replaced with a frown. Jean Luc wondered if his mind made up the smirk.

"Stop asking stupid questions! what were you thinking you dummy, that I'm doing this without a gain from it? apart from my lust on those women's body, I have investors who are interested on the videos and pictures of all the ladies I abused!" "What!" Alice and Powell exclaims in unison with wide eyes. "It must be him who killed my daughter. Son of a bitch!" Powell gave a manly growl and gritted his teeth with his fist clenched to the floor he grabbed his gun and shot at the door and that triggered Dark Blood anger and he shoots steadily on the door.

The man didn't even have a chance to defend himself much less fight for his life, his face was gruesomely savaged by claws and his body was shot by numerous bullets, and from the shocked expression on his face it looked like whoever barged inside his office didn't even give him a chance to breathe before shooting him dead, if not for his dark brown buzz cut and ruby ring on his finger, they might have not been able to recognize him as the same guy from the information files that Mike had arranged for them. And if that wasn't ugly enough the murderer even left such a creepy note on the wall. Just this note alone was enough to make their stomach feel all queasy. Cain looked around the room and

appreciate the great deployment you gave to the first of my victims; of a long series that I plan to execute, with the sole purpose of satisfying my gourmet appetites. To the absurd and naive question of the newspaper that says: WHO MIGHT BE THE MURDERER AND WHY DID HE KILL HIM? I think it's an excellent question in the midst of your stupidity. For obvious reasons, as in any respectable crime, there is a brilliant motive. "The flashing reason" for which I killed him I will not reveal it for now. As for the subjective part, the cause is different: I dismember and devour a human being with the sole purpose of putting my formidable cooking recipes into practice. I devoured the dried meat of a

He asked, still straddling me, but I didn't reply. “Have you?” he asked again, more forcefully, and I shook my head no. “Why do you think that is? You’ve been living with them for months now. Why have they never invited you when they go there? I’ll tell you why: they’re not who you think. Murray is a murderer. Your boyfriend, Camilo, is a murderer. You think I am evil? I am nothing compared to him. He’s a trained killer. He and his grandfather have taken countless lives over the years. Their hands drip with innocent blood.” He spat, looking me in the eye, and more tears gushed out of my eyes at his words.

She felt sick to her stomach, and she knew that this would haunt her for the rest of her life. The door opened and Moreno came in, “You’re awake, you’re taking your first kill better than I expected” he smirked. “You bastard, you’re a murderer, a monster, you’re going straight to hell…” “And you’re coming with me cupcake, don’t forget you’re also a murderer as well.” He said as he smiled, a deceitful smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

The look in the eyes of the murderer is that of a lover, full of love and overflowing hope. Not once or twice this time he took care of someone weak like Valerie, he often called it 'small order'. Fast, easy and often the victims are incredibly beautiful, just like what they see now. Strangely the killer always charges very, very high prices for small orders like this. For no apparent reason, he always said that to his clients, because there was no way for them to know that the murderer was a female cult, it took a great sacrifice of conscience to kill someone, but even he would sacrifice even more to kill Valerie, the only woman who has touched her heart.

" I found it hard to believe that someone like him was capable of regret and sorrow. He was a murderer who drove his victim to death, only to later claim he fell in love with her—it was laughable. Absurd, really. I couldn't help but sneer.

He accused, "How can you act like you're fine after you killed her? She was pregnant. We were about to be a family of three, but you ruined it all, you murderer!" He repeated the same accusation in a hoarse voice like he was in a trance, attracting the attention of a few policemen. Horrified, Marie tried to cover his mouth, but it was too late. Clifford walked past her with the urn and walked into the police department. "Cliff, please don't! I'm scared. I didn't do it on purpose. If you turn us both in, you'll ruin our future!" She jogged over to Clifford, took his arm, and begged him.