As the meat burned on the yard, she lit a cigarette. Inside the house, the afternoon sunshine illuminated her beautiful red vases on the shelf. The resin was lying on the table, ready for use. She was humming while taking out bloody roses from the ice cube trays. They were dark and smelled of man's blood, nothing that crimson ink and rose colony could not fix.

The floor covered in blood as I stood over his body a head shot wound right between his eyes . The bouquet of flowers beside his lifeless body as his white shirt was now covered in blood my car keys fell to the floor as my phone kept ringing but the tears in my eyes was making everything in front of me float. Unsteadily breathing falling to my knees reaching out my hands towards Rio’s lifeless body afraid cause tonight was the night I would have told him that I loved him .. why was he taken?

Ein Teil der Beschreibung: Lisa Villages Leben bekam Schattenseiten als aus der Beziehung zu Jakob mehr wurde. Zudem ist der Ladykiller ihr dicht auf den Fährten und lauert hinter jeder Ecke auf sie. Ein Teil des eBook: Als wir in Goldbach am Bodensee ankommen, sehe ich zum ersten mal Lena, Jakobs Verlobte. Sie ist zierlich und hat dunkelblondes kinnlanges Haar. Sie kneift die hellbraunen Augen zusammen und steht vom Sofa auf. "Jakob! Wer zum Kuckuck ist das?" Jakob lacht leise.

Ever since the start Willow could read people's emotions; or that's how it seemed... At 27 Wilow got married. Her soon to be husband Dylan was the "Perfect man". Once on their honeymoon they set out to France. As willow woke up she saw the horrific scene. Her Husband was dead. Lying on the floor motionless; Willow walked over, she smiled. Her husband's blood covered her hands.

Hello Guys Again, I have just written a brand new story 👍👍👍 BOZO. So, it's about a mystery of a serial killer, Bozo the Clown (this is a fictitious killer, although it's the name of a real clown because I couldn't find a better name). Anyway, I hope it's hard to guess who it is. P.S. - If you ever wanted to help me with a new story idea or if you ever need help just ask. Sincerely, Trel

He could have never imagined his life would turn like this. That day he returned home after a long undercover operation for the FBI. When he tried to open the door he noticed his key didn't work. He rang the bell and his wife Amy opened the door but didn't let him in. She was pregnant. John looked confused and demanded an explanation. She handed him an envelope and a set of keys, "Your stuff is in a storage and the rest is in an apartment. There you have the keys and the addresses...

Estaba furiosa. Aquel bastardo creyó que podría salirse con la suya. ¿Engañarla con aquella tipa? Pfff Ya le demostraría ella lo equivocado que estaba. Tardo meses en concretar su plan, repasando cada detalle, estudiando toda su rutina. Todo para no dejar ningún cabo suelto. Metió aquel arma en la mochila, y se subió a su auto rumbo a la casa de su ex novio. Sonrió al ver por la ventana que ambos estaban ahí. Que tontos. No se imaginaban lo que les sucedería esa noche.