The Secret Killer

The Secret Killer

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Isabella was a young adult. She was just trying to figure out her life, but she ended up pregnant by her high school sweetheart at the age of twenty-three. But her first love walked out on her on the night of her giving birth to their beautiful baby daughter, Mia. Fast forwarding two years into the story, she is now married and has a new baby, Oliver with her detective husband, Drew. Living next to her brother, also a detective...they're lives start changing once there are a string of murders happening through their small town Legal, Alberta; which start to become a connection with the 9th Street Gang. WRITERS NOTES: * Would be interested in getting feedback if you do stumble upon this story, it's a short story. If I get nice feedback, I'll post another story that I am also working on (no relation to this story). *This story is also a short story, about sixty-two pages long, nearly thirty-thousand typed words. *This story is also finished.
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I lift my hand, holding my pistol to his chest, hovering over his heart. He stares at me, emotions spilling out of him. Emotions I can't decipher. He leans closer, the tip of the barrel pressing into his skin, just above his heart. "Do it," he whispers, inches from my face. I hold his gaze, while his hands snake under my shirt, grazing my skin. "I dare you," he lowers his voice, so gently, "Shoot me." My finger curls around the trigger, an inch from pulling it. I glare into his eyes, "You're a fucking monster," I whisper. He nods, "I know." "You kill without remorse," I spit. "I know." "I hate you," My finger screams at me to pull the trigger. "I know." "I'm disgusted by you." "I know," he inhales, letting his forehead rest against mine. His gaze falls to my lips, "If you want me dead, then kill me, pull the trigger." - It's no longer a question. My morals are gone, leaving nothing but a monstrous killing machine. Any hope for some sort of sympathy, some regard for life is nonexistent. I want death. I want to be the bringer of death, and the essence of slaughter. - Rhea Windsor, the newest ruler of Ovantasa after her parents- the former king and queen were assassinated. Her mind is in the pits of despair guided by vengeance, leaving nothing but a body of handcrafted slaughter and within that madness, she comes across a man made for killing. The ruthless killer known as Elijah Anton, who forces her to turn her back on her morals and grip on sanity. What happens when she realizes she wasn't as innocent as she thought and teeters on a heart of purity and blinding hate? When perfect becomes unattainable and her flaws take its place? - [π–π€π‘ππˆππ†] THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREME GRAPHIC CONTENT AND IS NOT MADE FOR A LIGHT READ - *COMPLETE & FULLY EDITED*

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