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The Anatomy of Killer

Theoneandonly_Celia

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Reads 216
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Parts 23
Time 2h 50m

Theoneandonly_Celia

Mature

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"You know how they say that the shot heard around the world was the one that started the Revolutionary War? Yeah, well they were wrong. It was the shot fired directly at my chest by a man that I thought was my friend"

I was given a second chance at life. I was Anita DeSantos the serial killer before I died. I was shot in the chest by a man that I thought I knew. I don't regret anything. Not the deaths, not the broken families that I left in my wake. I'm not a good person. I'm not. But to keep this second chance, I have to become someone that I'm not. Someone good.All Rights Reserved

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Guava City by LenaOliF

I was about 10 years old when I had to kill my first to keep myself safe. I may remember other exciting and decisive events in my young age life as well, but never expected to one day be the main suspect of being a cruel serial-killer in a foreign country, I do not have memories of killing all that people, I may have a selective memory, it explain all the happiness when I heard that all of them were dead and the blood stain in my shoes. In most of the other people 's I can be a miserable unlucky woman, but when I sleep, I am God.

The Sins of Our Fathers by Josettewritergirl

I went from a girl who didn't know how to kill to one who knew how to make dying hurt. Dear Diary, It sounds so harmless, so innocent, but what if it wasn't? What if it was the start of a plan to burn down the world? My father was an artist, a visionary, a truly great man; he was also a con man, a contract killer, and despised by everyone. He was the head of the Russian Mafia. Now he's dead. All I have left of him is the hate of those he oppressed, and his journal with a plan to end the world. Everyone always forgets about the villain's family, as far as their concerned we don't exist. We are forgotten, no fame, no fortune, only the residual hate. My name is Neoma Casimir and they have forgotten me too, but trust me when I'm through they won't make that mistake again. The clock is ticking. The end is coming.

California Dreamin by shadyjuls

Everyone searches for their american dream but sometimes reality can be disappointing and you don't really know what you wish for. You must be careful with your life. That's something Nina always repeated to herself while running away from reality, desperately trying to escape her fate. She knew the truth, sooner or later she would meet him again, she feared that day more than anything. Her fear came true, he was standing in front of her, playing with her little step sister. He was the new babysitter. She couldn't run anymore. {TW!! Drugs, underage drinking and smoking, violence, blood, murder.} [based on real events, this is just for entertaining purposes, NOT IDOLIZING SERIAL KILLERS, chill out, good read.]

Gentle For Her by eroticvirgo_

"Fuck me Grayson. Show me how bad you want me. Show me that I belong to you and not any other man. Show me that no other man can bring me the pleasure like you do. Fuck me against this car Grayson", I pleaded. "You're drunk", he said. "It's always an excuse, it's as if you don't want to fuck me. If you don't it's fine, I'll find someone who will. You're a bitch", I said. His hand came straight to my throat and his gun to my head. Why wasn't I afraid. Why did I want him to fuck me there with his gun to my head? "You want me to fuck you, that's it", he questioned. I nodded like crazy, I was like a desperate child. Grayson took his gun and dragged it from my head to my breast down my belly until it reached underneath my dress and touched my clothed pussy. It hit the spot where I wanted him the most. He pushed my panty aside before thrusting his gun into me. I could only hope the safety was on, this was dangerous, that I knew but I didn't care, I didn't mine. I'd want him to fuck me with a knife to my throat. Grayson did something to me and I had no idea what it was but he created a sub, he created a mini monster of himself and now he had to deal with it. "Oh fuck-I'm gonna cum", I was a moaning mess. "Oh fuck, you're such a whore. You want me so bad that you'll settle for my gun", he grinned. "I'm cumming Grayson", I was on the brick of my orgasm, I needed it badly or so help me I was gonna combust. I was sexually frustrated the entire time because no matter what. Grayson refused to fuck me. "Oh no baby, you can't expect to be a brat and cum when you like. You'll cum when I say so", he pulled his gun out of me. Keep reading to find out what happens next and what happens on this journey with Athena and Grayson.

Perfectly Wrong For Me by CalmDeniseWrites

"Whatever you have that stupid grin on your face for, the answer is no. No smoking, no guns, none of your Mafia friends, none of any of that. And most of all no..." she trails off and glances at Fiona. Pulling my arm to the kitchen she lowers her voice, "And no women. I don't want any of your little skanks or anything around my daughter. Got it?" I run my eyes over her body. She is wearing the scrubs again and her hair is pushed to the side messily. "You look extremely fuck-able right now Diana. " ••• She's a nurse, a mother to an optimistic twelve year old girl, a friend to three crazy women and her name is Diana Ambrose. Diana had a horrible childhood, now finally getting her life together, she'd do just about anything to make sure her daughter doesn't have to go through the same thing. That is when Mafia leader, Dante Stone appears in her life with the offer of a lifetime and the promise of a better life for her and her daughter. But under one condition. She must pretend to be his Fiance for five months. {The first book in the 'For Me' series} TW: Contains mentions of abuse. Adult content. Sexscenes. Curse words. Violence. Beautiful cover by talented: @wafflesxberries

His Greatest Sanctity by lote003

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 by -alinax

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Guns And Laces (Sinbound Series) ✔️ by swritess1

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Guava City cover

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California Dreamin cover

Gentle For Her cover

Perfectly Wrong For Me cover

His Greatest Sanctity cover

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Guns And Laces (Sinbound Series) ✔️ cover

Guava City

I was about 10 years old when I had to kill my first to keep myself safe. I may remember other exciting and decisive events in my young age life as well, but never expected to one day be the main suspect of being a cruel serial-killer in a foreign country, I do not have memories of killing all that people, I may have a selective memory, it explain all the happiness when I heard that all of them were dead and the blood stain in my shoes. In most of the other people 's I can be a miserable unlucky woman, but when I sleep, I am God.