The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer   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

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer   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

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer   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

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer   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

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

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer   The Flow of Time

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer   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

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer   I.I A Quiet Life

The tale begins...⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛A new year. Another full year of living an uneventful, peaceful life.This was on the thoughts of one Alice Heather Littman as she stared out of her cheap, one person apartment balcony. White smoke billowed in the distance as the young adult stretched her lithe body for the day ahead, mismatched ruby and sapphire eyes gazing out into the metal-filled landscape. Living in the more industrialized district of the city, she was used to the towering chimneys and sterile white factories that surrounded the small apartment building. Granted, Nancaan wasn't exactly known for its sprawling suburban domiciles and cleaner than not clean air, but it still sported small, leftover communities, ones untouched by the rapid industrialization of the district."Hnggggg...." The spectacled woman moaned as some of her bones cracked comfortably into place. "That never gets old."Not in the same way that she can get old at least. Having just turned 26 last month, the young adult