My Girlfriend Is A Serial killer

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mented as I inspect the body of a torn-apart

tate office investigative district and I found bo

Toyota down the main street before stopping at the crim

infesting it. To be precise, it was a story building. I go

side, but there was no reply except for the creaking of

"Who lives here anyways?" I taught to my self as I inspected the du

door step when I made ey

ering what i was going to say to the

but I stopped as the huge white wolf turned into a beautiful young lady with the qualities men wante

esh eater," my instincts eliminated t

lass as I passed through the main street the second time this morning. My ho

r smooth skin. As I went in to get a face towel and soaked it in warm water. I

d tell the sleeping beauty in my bed wh

ival. I knew I had to go to work and made the decision to com

ere I was confronted by my boss, Simon. "I don't know what you are doing or your main aim, but

with both hands. Each query stood for a particular punishment; sometimes it's my

n't happen again," I said as i w

n about crime scenes acquired by the state is deposited. "Come take a loo

wn the street when a white werewolf pounced on them and tore their flesh to shreds. But

," i couldn't believe my eyes. At that moment, my blood started to ris

drive from work, I was back at my house and was too tired to remember that I had a visitor lying on my bed. I

eces, and foam was scattere

or do anything else because my mem

round for the young lady I had rescued, only to fin

head," i could hear a faint noi

akfast in bed. "If you want to kill me,

e of food poisoning," i told

as it changed into its human form. "So you are th

iate being called a werewolf because I'

't eat me for breakfast because there's

kept in your garden. "It tasted a little liquidish and

take it anymore; her interpretation of flesh was driving h