Story cover for Kill you! part 1 by Awful_Bullet
Kill you! part 1
  • WpView
    Reads 50
  • WpVote
    Votes 2
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time <5 mins
  • WpView
    Reads 50
  • WpVote
    Votes 2
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Jul 19, 2014
(This is my first attempt at a horror story)
In Dallas, Texas a vicious serial killer was on the loose the police only have one quote from him,
“I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing..I was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where I was ushered into the world, and he has been with me since.”

The Dallas Police have told reporters that the killer looks like 17 year old, caucasian male, 6 foot, average build and his murder weapon are car keys, pens or pencils. 
They describe that with the keys he jabs the key in the victims eye, which blinds them, then he goes for the jugular vein the victim would die within minutes. With the pen or pencil, all they say is he talks calmly with you then stabs you in the head and walks away, but he's always wearing gloves. 
Three nights ago, the police answered a  call and the caller whispered, 
"Dead...all of them...dead. Please he-
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Kill you! part 1 to your library and receive updates
or
#401serial
Content Guidelines
You may also like
The experiment. by shrosz
18 parts Complete Mature
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.
The Dark Rose 🌹 {18+} by chelseaxxm123
49 parts Complete Mature
[COMPLETED] ೋღ🌹ღೋ He stands roughly a few feet away from me, his body towering over my crouched one. I bring my legs up to my chest, pushing myself further into the wall as he kneels down towards me. He brings his nose to the crook of my neck, my face grimacing as I await for the pain. He breathes in, "hmmm, you smell so delicious." He coos, his breath fanning my neck, causing me to shiver In disgust. If only my brothers were here... "Wheres a delicacy like you been hiding this whole time?" His use of words has me on edge. His implementations imply that he's some sort of cannibal and judging from what he did to that other man I fear I may be right. I refuse to answer him, spitting in his face. My face bounces of the wall, the sting of his slap left behind on my cheek. I shake the pain away, placing a facade up to hide the fear within. You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn and his eyes that watch me with amusement are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. If I manage to escape I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." ೋღ🌹ღೋ ⚠️ Warning!!! This book is extremely dark and has depictions of Mature language, violence, sexual activity, sexual and physical abuse, including rape. Rape is a serious crime often overlooked where the victim is made to believe it is their fault. I do not condone rape however, it's a reality. Please only read if your 18+ and with caution. This book will be updated weekly. Possibly sometime more or less depending on how busy I am.
A Stalker's Passion by DaniAG1998
16 parts Complete
"CHARLIE!" His screams were getting closer until I saw him completely. I grabbed the knife and pointed it straight at him. "Get away from me!" I say warning him His face was red and he still stalked towards me slowly. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" I yell fearing the fact that didn't look scared at all. "Put the knife down." I started to back up a bit still pointing the knife at him. "I'm not telling you again, put it down NOW!" His calm persona was instantly replaced with a furious one. "Please Tho-" He came charging straight at me but I made a run for it. I ran as fast as I could with him behind me until he tackled me to the floor. The knife flew across the hallway and he was on top of me. "Thomas please let me go. I don't want to be here. Please." I say begging "You're ruining everything. It was so perfect and special just for you and you're ruining it." I can tell he was sad but more pissed off this anything. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?! I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME!" He screamed in my face. "I-" "SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!" He roars slapping me across the face. He roughly picks me up and drags me to the room. He yanked me away from him making me fall hit my knee on the hard wood floor. He walked in the bathroom to get something and I realized it something to put me to sleep. He poured the chemical into the towel as he mumbled to himself and I watched in fear. He pulled me from the ground and tried to make me breathe in. I fought the urge to. I thrashed back and forth trying to get free but nothing worked. Slowly, my vision got blurry and felt darkness overtake me.
Bad Blood (6Questions) by DearMoonshine
32 parts Complete Mature
"May I ask?" I supported my head with one hand, sending a captivated look to his deep dark eyes. "Is it true you only need six questions to win a girl over?" Corners of his lips slightly twitched before answering. "I think that's quite underestimating me, Marianne. I can win anyone over. And as quickly as I damn please." I chuckled. Everything would have seemed funny to me then. Even though he pretty likely wasn't so much joking. He was young, handsome, charismatic, smart and a diplomat on top of that. All together it was making him freaking good at fooling people and getting exactly what he wanted from them. And they would look forward to getting screwed by him... "Don't laugh." I bit my lip and shook my head, taking a new drink from the counter and gazing at him through the glass bottom. It was dangerous. Once I wasn't paying for the booze, I drank well over the limit. And started to behave weirder than ever, it's emberrassing to just think about it. Yet he didn't quite mind, and kept providing me with new drinks, having surely a great fun. (...) That's just so you know, officer, I'm not completely responsible for what happened that night or later on. Although I feel deep regret for all the following events. *** One says 'vampires'. The other one sneers 'for children'. Well, what if they were just... humans? With benefits. A kink, if you will. What then? #1 diplomat [16/1/2022 - 22/2/2022 - 10/8/2022] #1 topsecret [21/1/2022 - 10/8/2022] --- A sort-of-vampire, sort-of-mafia, sort-of-dark-romance, sort-of-crime story... I blended all those genres I love to create something new, perhaps a little more realistic, perhaps a little more fictional. I don't know, I'm curious what you'll say to it. - Mature content and language alert, but nothing too explicit, I believe... Hope you'll enjoy. Please vote and comment⭐️
You may also like
Slide 1 of 8
The experiment. cover
TWISTED: A Diary Of Two cover
The 'Groomed' cover
The Dark Rose 🌹 {18+} cover
A Stalker's Passion cover
Bad Blood (6Questions) cover
The Gentleman Killer cover
Killer Can't Kill Me (Jeff the Killer fanfiction) *COMPLETED* cover

The experiment.

18 parts Complete Mature

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.