My Girlfriend Is A Serial killer

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ngs in their appropriate position, and she played w

l. "Oh no, she was changing," I couldn't stand

do you want some?" What was wrong with him? "Y

ere the refrigerator was stagnant like any other. And

you have a coach in your bedroom?" sash

the piece of beef in my hand. She caught the beef with both arms a

ight?" The question hits me like an arrow as I started to

pped the glass cup. "Well, I was too tired to remember the coach so I fell on the bed," I explained to her as s

urn for me as I was being investigated "Are you investigating me?", and I wasn't ready to lose an

stigation right there as she showed him the

ll back into the broken bed. "More for me,

use where I met you?" Her eyes

g eye contact for a whil

n wolf pack, also known as the Scandinavian Garou. I and my elder brother were the only ones who survived. We decid

hired as serial killers by billionaires

out of her eyes before she

and I fell off the plane as a result. As for my brother, I am not sure if he died or

her in New York City and in the wo

y have human emotions or what?" I asked as I thou

t that my elder brother was the next alpha of my clan and without him I am

ut if you want, I can help you," I com

ity; why would you want to help a serial killer like me?"

them," I said as I stood up from the coach where

y I became an investigator-to trace the murderers of

punched the glass window and blood dripped from her left hand. I took her hand and cleans the cut and bandages it. "Why don't we just plan the

. "That's a blood pact that we werewolves make with our partners before we carry out our various

e planned out our strategies

n door, and Sasha signaled me to go chec

as a blood-dripping man. "Brother," a voic