Resultados para "The Confession" en Policíaca, negra y suspense

In 1974, Dennis Lynn Rader stalked and murdered a family of four in Wichita, Kansas. Since adolescence, he had read about serial killers and imagined becoming one. Soon after killing the family, he murdered a young woman and then another, until he had 10 victims. He named himself “B.T.K.” (bind, torture, kill) and wrote notes that terrorized the city. He remained on the loose for 30 years.

They arrive alive. They always leave dead. But first, they give me their confessions. My name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my 'death' ward at the Asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die.

My name is Jack Steen. That name shouldn’t mean anything to you, unless you’re about to die—and then I’m your bloody guardian angel. I work as a night nurse in the Asylum for the Criminally Insane.

They arrive alive. They always leave dead. But first, they give me their confessions and this time they're all about 'murder for hire'. My name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my 'death' ward at the Asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die. I am the night nurse at an Asylum for the Criminally Insane, and most of my patients know me as their Angel of Death. I know them as mass murderers, rapists, and serial killers - among other things.

They arrive alive. They always leave dead. I am Jack Steen, the night nurse on the death ward of an Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Before my patients die, they give me their final confession—the truth they never told anyone else. In Killer Grandparents, the confessions come from killers who lived long enough to be trusted. They raised families. They were loved. And they learned how to hide their crimes for decades. These killers are expert manipulators. They could be lying to me. Or maybe they’re telling the truth. Either way, now they’re talking to you.

Serie Comisario Rocío Prados, 5 Los propietarios de una exitosa cadena de ropa son asesinados de manera brutal en sus respectivas viviendas. Ambos han sufrido un extraño ritual y en ambos escenarios la policía encuentra notas acusatorias en latín. No serán ni los únicos asesinatos ni las...

When Agnes Blakiston and her maid Maggie take possession of a rental house for the summer, their idea of a tranquil stay is almost immediately upended. First, there is the telephone. It rings late at night, just one ring, but there is never anyone on the line. They begin to notice things have moved during the night. A candle has burned low, and a shawl has disappeared. And then Maggie, spooked and suspicious, discovers a note. It's a confession to a murder. But who has written it and, equally confounding, who has been killed?

A BRAND NEW pulse-pounding psychological thriller from M. A. Hunter ⚠️👀 If you like Claire Douglas and Lisa Jewell then you will LOVE this! 📚🩸 'I loved this rollercoaster ride of a novel, full of unexpected twists and turns. Read it in one sitting!' - Jill Childs How far would you...

Tandis que l'été suit son cours à Monty Valley, Joe tente de continuer sa route en dépit de cette absence qui la ronge. Désormais en poste à San Francisco, elle essaie de renouer avec un semblant de vie normale, en partie grâce à son ami et collègue Adam. Mais un retour inattendu va de nouveau faire basculer son quotidien. Entre rancœur et besoin de vérité, Joe va devoir affronter des sentiments jusque-là mis en veilleuse.

When Father Henry McGrath hears a confession that sends a cold chill throughout his body, he’s unsure what to do. To divulge the private confession would violate holy canon law. When he refuses to go to the police, people begin to die, and the priest becomes the prime suspect. Elizabeth Monroe, a college professor who teaches forensic psychology, doesn’t believe the elder priest fits the killer’s profile. Elizabeth discovers a frightening thread woven within each killing - a thread that began 30 years ago.

The year is 1887, and in the quaint Pennsylvania town of Temple, Isabella Strohmeyer stumbles upon a gruesome scene: her father and stepmother brutally hacked to death. As the police investigation unfolds, gossip and rumors swirl through the tight-knit community. The Strohmeyer household, always steeped in simmering tension, harbors secrets that echo within its halls.

Fans of Stephen King and Joe Hill that like to listen to audiobooks like The Bird Box and The Haunting and can't get enough stories about serial killers are going to enjoy listening to The Asylum Confessions. The majority of these killers are expert manipulators. I realize they could be playing me and messing with my head. It's a chance I'm willing to take. And now...they might just be playing with yours too.

Each night brings another dying soul with a secret heavy enough to drag the dark closer: a toymaker obsessed with broken children, a woman who decided which kids never came home, a man whose holiday ledger ended in blood, and others who carried their sins far too long.

They arrive alive. They always leave dead. But first, they give me their confessions. My name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my 'death' ward at the Asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die. I am the night nurse at an Asylum for the Criminally Insane, and most of my patients know me as their Angel of Death. I know them as mass murderers, rapists, and serial killers — among other things. Here's what happens: they come on my floor, they give me their deathbed confession, and I help to make their death less painful.

With the enemy growing bolder and Lady Maureen Huxley contemplating marriage to another man, Henry Thorpe, known to society as the affable Earl of Dunston, is caught in the crossfire between his mission to catch his father's murderer and his heart. Any move could exact a devastating cost. But losing the woman he loves is one price he refuses to pay.

My name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my "death" ward at the Asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die. I am the night nurse at an Asylum for the Criminally Insane, and most of my patients know me as their Angel of Death. I know them as mass murderers, rapists, and serial killers—among other things.

A killer dubbed the Confession Artist is posting sketches of potential victims on social media. And paranoia spreads as strangers across the nation admit to their sins—fearing the consequences: You have six days to confess or die. Then former cop and first-year PI Crosbie Mitchell sees a sketch that bears a striking resemblance to her. How can that be? She’s a nobody from Flathead Valley, Montana. Crosbie dismisses it as an unnerving coincidence.

John Stone was a prolific American serial killer who was found dead from a shotgun wound in Houston Texas in early 2021. In the typewriter next to his corpse, the police found this confession. Stone committed some of the most horrific and disgusting crimes in US history during his 40-year reign of terror.

It was love at first sight. Not just for Vivian, but for Corbin as well. Their eyes locked across the room, and that was all she wrote. But they didn’t rush things. They wanted to do it right. After all, they would spend the rest of their lives together. The love of each other’s life. Soul mates. He was the intense and fiercely protective soldier, and she was his doting and faithful lover. They found their happily ever after. This was their story…until it wasn’t.

Claire Benton downloads an anonymous confession app to vent about her marriage. It listens. It responds. It remembers. Soon, the app knows things it shouldn’t—names she never gave, secrets she never spoke, conversations that haven’t happened yet. When Claire hears her husband’s private confessions replayed without his consent, she realizes the app isn’t just listening. It’s modeling behavior. Predicting outcomes. Adjusting lives.