Paige Killer Porn Novels & Stories

she sighed, unable to contain the curiosity inside, “Why did you kill your parents? I know you; you had always been such a good girl and they had been so good to you. Then why would you do that-” Bang! The sudden sound of Vevina banging her fist against the metal desk made her jerk in her seat. This time the doe-like eyes had been narrowed and glaring at her. “You know nothing about me or my life!” Vevina hissed in annoyance. “This is the reason why I killed her! That woman had fooled you all into believing it. My life was nothing but a stage show that she ran. I was a puppet in her hands and she was a puppet in my whorish father’s hand.”

"I can hear your heartbeat." I looked at him. Slightly confused. "My what now?" "Your heartbeat. You are lying. You know where Gabriella is. I need you to tell me now." "Fine! You really want to know where Gabriella is? She's in the cemetery! Gabriella is dead and she walks out at night as a zombie! You know where the killer smile comes from? It's because she doesn't have lips anymore so her teeth are exposed in a killer smile!" I said it as calmly as possible. I thought for sure that it would enrage him. That he would demand of me to stop fooling around and just tell him. But right now he was gapping. Shock was written all over his face like he couldn't believe what he just heard.

came Sienna’s passionate reassurance. With a tear in her eye, and several rolling down her cheek, Paige took hold of the man’s buttocks... and with one great pull, she had succeeded! A tremendous gagging occurred, to be expected, yet her lips were firmly pressed against the man’s body for all to see. The red circle of lipstick outlining his genitals. The highly, and deservedly pleased girl leaned back, removing the monster from her mouth. Paige smiled broadly. She looked at the man and said one word, “Bitch.”

Paige accused her in anger. " I can see where this is going you are trying to put the blame on me because you lost your baby. Dream On, I have no reason to kill that child that child was my free ticket " " out from all of Nates nagging about wanting one " Quinn said as she explained that she hand no hand in it. " For all I know you might be the one who had a hand in the death of your child " Quinn said to further irritate Paige. The statement pissed Paige so much that she almost hit Quinn

*Paige pov* I couldn’t believe my luck. Hidden just around the corner, phone in hand, I had recorded everything. The confession. The kiss. "Perfect." This was exactly what I needed to destroy her. Aaron would see it, the whole school would see it, and she’d be finished. He was supposed to be mine anyways — his money, his status, his attention. Not hers. Never hers. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips. The girls who followed me were useful for spreading this later.

Lisa Roxas is one of the women who became victim of my fake boyfriend. I smiled. "Sure. By the way, how are you?" Lisa Roxas sighed heavily. "I'm fine, Kate Rose. How about you?" "I'm doing good. Why do you want to talk to me?" I answered. "I've seen your three photos posted online with my ex-boyfriend who cheated on me. And I've heard the students talking about your relationship. Is it true that you're having a relationship?" She asked me.

After giving everything to the police they needed and the body was taken away, they left the house, knowing they’d never come back. The three got back to their clearing, Michael appeared in shock as Alissa and Luca gently guided him to the house. Alissa went to find the others to explain what happened while Luca supported Michael to get to a shower and a change of clothes. Alissa found Jack cradling Peta in the games room. “He’s so cute!” Jack exclaimed quietly as he bounced the blanketed bundle. Alissa chuckled humourlessly, “Kimberly’s been killed,” she mumbled. Jack looked up in shock. “I found her, she’s been stabbed.” “What do you mean?”

The only thing standing between me and dropping out completely. I spent the rest of class in a daze. When everyone else filed out, I stayed behind, staring at the crime scene photos. The victim was identified as Tommy Ricci, 34, unemployed. No family listed. No witnesses. Case closed. But I was a witness. I'd seen it happen. I'd seen the killer. And I had proof. Back in my apartment, I pulled out my phone with shaking hands. The photo was blurry, mostly shadows and streetlight. But there, in the corner, just barely visible...