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The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer IX.I Powderkeg
Time moves forward...⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛"Wait for me."Heather fought off the manic urge to crush her phone into tiny little pieces as her trembling finger all but smashed the 'end call' button on her screen. She knew that Liz would do everything in her power to help her. Just from her blonde friend's initial reaction from her opening question already proved that the detective was as motivated as she was in getting th
The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer IX.II Powderkeg
Liz, for one of the few times in her life, thanked whatever god there was that she was unable to speak on impulse anymore. It was hard to say a straight-faced lie to what she considered to be a walking, talking lie-detector in terms of pure instinct alone, but years of dealing with the girl had given her enough leeway for the redhead to trust her simply on word alone.The fact that her voice was entirely artificial also helped. Probably."When was last contact?" the blonde detective asked, one hand on her neck as the other continued to check the presumed crime area for clues."Just before eight," Heather replied,
The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer X.I The Weekly Ritual
The depravity of man knows no boundaries. While there were actions more despicable than the ones that took place, society moves forward without a care in the world...In the meanwhile...⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛In a nondescript room in one Downtown Midas's numerous office buildings, one Dio Panagopolous was examining his newly-acquired specimen for the week. Well, technically his second for the week, but who's counting?&
The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer X.II The Weekly Ritual
Decisions, decisions...What would one think of when presented with something so delectably ravishing in front of them? There were so many ways that the famished COO could start their session. It might not be too bad to simply go with his usual routine of relentlessly pleasuring his specimen until they begged for him to stop. But with a specimen as precious as the one beneath him, he might just try and do something different.It was a special occasion; having such a healthy heart waiting for him to study it."MMMMPHHHH!!"
The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer X.III The Weekly Ritual
It was like fireworks."Ahh.. Aahhh!"Alexa knew that she was being raped; that she had never wanted this to happen in the first place. It was revolting... Disgusting... And yet...*BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP*Her body felt like it was on fire."Ahh! AHHH!"The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated throughout the room, drowning out the unmistakableproof of her rapidly beating heart from ever reaching her ears. The weeping teacher couldn't help but
The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer Interlude VIII: A Bartender's Thoughts
A small glimpse...⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛Zofia always fashioned herself to be a professional. Be it being a bartender or being a good wife and boss, the Russian immigrant will always give her all in being effective and polite; even when in the presence of her husband and close friends. She can shed this mask during proper times of vulnerability, of course; especially when alcohol is involved. But to everyone else, she would always be Zofia, the professional bartender working at the Sun and Moon; always ready to lend an ear to anyone's problems with full confidentiality...
The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer XI.I Simmering Agitation
Time moves forward...⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛"And for this adverb, the correct usage would be as displayed on the board."It has been two days since Heather had last seen Alexa. Liz had promised that she'd give her updates in regards to her progress, but so far, there was no news surrounding her currently missing friend. The redhead had managed to function properly yesterday; promptly doing what was required of her as a teacher for her students. But she knew it was only a mat
The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer XI.II Simmering Agitation
"I thought you guys hated me..."Dried tears obscured Heather's glasses as she found herself with her knees raised up on her chin; sitting down on the tiled floor of the ladies' restroom without a care for her now partly wet uniform. Beside her, the young student leaned on her left side; resting her head on the teacher's arm as they sat in their shared catharsis. The older redhead knew that they should be heading back to their designated classroom to finish her current lesson. But seeing the state of her young charge resting by her side, she didn't have the heart to do so anymore.Might as well take a break. She could always speed through a few of the easier lessons anyway.Latest Chapter
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A Word from your Author
It's over! It's finally over!- E-eherm..Well wasn't this a trainwreck of a story.Heartstrings was supposed to be over well over a month ago. If it weren't for an arbitrary chapter and word count requirement, as well as poor planning, this thing would've been done in just over 80 to 90k words just like its predecessor. Now, at the very least, I had some takeaways from writing this thing, so do keep in mind that this serves as both a gigantic author's note and as a reflection for me to read as well.Let's get started, shall we?I never expected to write this kind of story in the first place; one that involved CEO bullshit that I always saw dominating the recommended pages of literary sites. In fact, this tale wasn't even on the master timeline that I always referred to in my note. It just... materialized in my head, per
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The Flow of Time
The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer
Epilogue
Time moves forward. And while this tale slowly comes to an end, their stories continue on their own...⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛A new dawn... A new day...Another day of her miraculous third shot at a normal life.*"Top stories tonight; the Alexandria Heir's killer still at large, Kardia's impact, and the 2016 Mollucan National Elections."*Walking across her living room, one Heather Littman ignored the blaring news coverage being shown on her TV in favor of brewing a small cup of tea. Repeatedly dipping the tea bag in her mug, the English teacher wistfully sighed as she checked the date on the calendar."First week of March, huh..." the red-haired teacher muttered to herself as she sipped on her common beverage. "Summer's almost here..."&n
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XVII.VI Confrontation
"Goodbye, Dio. And good riddance."Charlie couldn't believe it. Ms. Littman actually defeated the monster! She was so strong! He had been hiding behind the crates despite hearing his homeroom teacher's voice, but he had been watching the fight go on from the sidelines...And it was so cool!He didn't know why Ms. Littman started acting the way she did, but it just made her more badass as she went along and hit the old man right on the legs and arms! If he wasn't safe when she just showed up, then he was essentially home free once she downed the man entirely.He could finally go home! Lina actually got help!With a goofy smile on his face, Charlie finally emerged from his hiding spot in favor of getting to his beloved teacher's side. She'll be so surprised when he shows up with minimal injuri
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XVII.V Confrontation
It was going so well!*WHOOSH!*At one moment, he was in complete, and total control. His subject was clearly terrified; holding onto a piece of metal pipe like her life depended on it. She was flustered, stuttering even! The revelation of his side-activities even seemed to put her more off-balance as he made his approach!*WHOOSH! WHOOSH!*Then all of a sudden, his subject swung the pipe at him, clearly aiming for his head! Even now, he was doing his best to dodge as he carefully backed away from the blushing woman. Did he do something wrong?*WHOOSH! CLANG!*A resounding clang echoed throughout the warehouse as his subject's pipe collided with a stray metal cabinet. Any other woman would've been hurting if their arms rattled with such a force, but Dio could only watch as his blushing teacher simply went on like nothing even happened.What was this woman made of?"Why are you running?~" Heather
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XVII.IV Confrontation
"Charlie?!"Heather called out to the proverbial ether as she stepped inside the suspiciously lit warehouse. With every intrepid step, her instincts screamed at her to always look behind her back, and she was more than ready to heed its advice.'Keep an eye out...'Nodding to herself as she fully entered the building, the teacher noted the surprisingly chilly air within, as well as the open lights that illuminated the area. It was clear that the warehouse was currently being used."Charlie?"Delving deeper into the warehouse, she couldn't help but feel that danger was just around the corner; her heart hammering with excitement as she cautiously turned another corner. Her right hand itched with anticipation; practically nagging at her to take some sort of makeshift weapon with her in case the
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XVII.III Confrontation
He was late. Livid, and late."BRAT!"Dio found himself screaming in anger just as he finished checking the time on his phone. It was already past seven, and he had yet to do the things that he wanted to do for the day. He hadn't dumped his refuse out of his car, he hadn't made headway on his later responsibilities, he hadn't even begun trying to tie up another loose end that he had to shut up.For fuck's sake, he could go on!*CRASH! CRASH!*He never managed to eat his breakfast at six, take a shower at six-thirty, or even read the newspaper by this time of day. His entire day was already thrown off schedule with this minor stunt, but it would be totally thrown off the window if the brat continued to evade his ire.*CRASH! THUD!*"Fu
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XVII.II Confrontation
"Yoohoo!~ Mr. Dio?~"It had been a few minutes since Helly had begun her search on the massive place that was the Alexandria Docks. The constant walking was uncharacteristically getting her feet sore despite being relatively short, but she supposed that that was because she hadn't done some long-distance walking in good a while."Anybody here?~"It was kind of nostalgic, to be quite honest; doing some basic searching for someone that she absolutely loathed. Quite the thrill, especially after years of boring schoolwork and teaching.'We love teaching...'But it never compared to the rush and satisfaction of removing scum off the streets~ She knew in the back of her mind that her rationale was screaming at her to stop, but her right hand was just aching to be let loose on someone that truly de
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XVII.I Confrontation
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