Mr. S. -The confessions of a killer
This story shouldn't be out in the open, for anybody to read. In fact, there shouldn't be any story at all. Killers don't have stories. They are not the depiction of fucking Prince Charming. I certainly am not. I don't believe in love, nor romance, I'm not what you would call nice and God knows I've killed more people than I can count. This shouldn't be my story. I am a heartless, cold blooded murderer. Or, at least, that's what I used to be... Only if it wasn't for her...
Julia Groves came into my life only to fuck with everything I thought to be true. She was gorgeous, yes, but she wasn't the first gorgeous woman I had my eyes on. So, now you might ask: why the fuck did I want her so badly? The truth is... I don't know. It might've been her personality that I craved for. It might've been her brains. It might've as well been been the passion she put in everything she did. The thing is that no matter what it was about her that made me crave for that woman, Julia Groves was stuck on my mind, and not only.
Every romance novel in the fucking world starts with a girl and a boy who fall for eachother. Well, this is not a romance story, because I haven't fallen for her. I'm obsessed with my judge. Even now, when I'm thousands of miles away from her, I can't stop thinking about the redhead who changed my life, probably forever.
I'm Gabriel Shaffer and, trust me, the life of a killer has never been so complicated before.
Warning!!! This is not a love story and definitely not a work of fiction. The story contains the main character's most inner thoughts, feelings and words. It may cause addiction, suspense and obession. Proceed reading at your own risk.