In For The Kill (DRAFT)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
(This novel is not yet finished)

The first thing I will do is honestly admit that the idea for this entire novel was inspired by the song 'A Wolf At The Door' by Radiohead. I was listening to it during a fag break and suddenly this idea just snowballed into a plot. It gradually grew thicker and more intricate in my head, until now - where I have finally begun to publish it.

Whilst this novel is centred around the plot and events, as it progresses it is, in places, a story of character. The fact that the antagonist (Wolfgang) is not publicy in touch with his emotions makes this hard, yet I felt it made him more three-dimensional as a character.

Still, watch this space because more chapters will be added - and what's already uploaded will hopefully take you on the ride I aimed to write.

Any suggestions or opinions are appreciated :D

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In For The Kill (DRAFT)

Submitted: March 25, 2011

(This novel is not yet finished)

Whilst this novel is centred around the plot and events, as it progresses it is in places, a character book. The fact that the antagonist (Wolfgang) is not publicy in touch with his emotions makes this hard, yet I felt it made him more three-dimensional as a character.

Still, watch this space because more chapters will be added - and what's already uploaded will hopefully take you on the ride I aimed to write.

Any suggestions or opinions are appreciated :D
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Submitted: March 25, 2011

II     Wesley gazed blankly at the top of his cluttered desk, no thoughts in his head, just a swelling rage. The do... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

III     The door shook violently as a fist knocked repeatedly on the framework. Harry Gates peered through the spy-... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

IV     Wolfgang walked through the sullen streets of London, watching the evening rain slide down the windows of th... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

V     “What the fuck is this?” Wesley yelled at Derrick, spittle flying from his lips. Derrick tried to rep... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

VI Lenny sat opposite them in a large leather armchair, looking at them expectantly from above his glasses. Derrick knew what he want... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

VII     Steering the black Audi through the crowded car park, Wolfgang considered his route. He didn’t need a Sat... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

VIII     The restaurant sat on a lonesome corner, a speck of colour amongst the surrounding dull grey concrete stru... Read Chapter

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IX     The black Audi gleamed under the glowing street lights as it sped through the London night. Wolfgang glanced... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

X     Wesley leant back in the leather seat of the Rolls Royce. He watched as people shuffled along the pavement, m... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

XI     Wesley stood with Johnny and Carter, looking around at the empty room. They were in The Factory, and this ro... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

XII     Wolfgang smiled at Wesley; he was going to like what he would hear in the next few seconds. Wesley sat with... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

XIII     Derrick sat in the hospital bed, talking agitatedly on the phone. Anyone who knew Derrick would have notic... Read Chapter

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XIV     Knowing it was pointless; that was what irritated Wolfgang the most. He sat there, tapping his fingers on t... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

XV The headlights of the Maserati swept over the desolate house of Lenny Shultz, Wesley’s dead bookkeeper. The windows had been bor... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

XVI     Leaving the commotion of the coffee shop, Wolfgang tried to shrug off the morning cold. He dug his left han... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

XVII     Having dropped off the money to Wesley’s satisfaction, Wolfgang walked away from The Factory. He stopped... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

XVIII     Finley Pasong shifted nervously in his stool, overlooking the car-crammed street from the sandwich bar. L... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

XIX     It had been a week since the death of Finley Pasong, and Wesley had been pleased with the cash Wolfgang had... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

XX     The man came out of The Factory, walking towards Wolfgang’s Maserati. He leant in the car window and ident... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 25, 2011

PART II     THE THREE PIGS                 ... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 27, 2011

XXII     The folded newspaper tucked under his arm, Wolfgang leant against the frame of the front door. The house b... Read Chapter

Submitted: March 27, 2011

XXIII     The sirens cut through the air and Wolfgang came to his senses. He was drenched through to his skin, hair... Read Chapter