All You Need Is Kill Novels & Stories

“She's bleeding.’’ One of the guards says with fear crossing his eyes. “Just imagine it's a virgin while fucking her then.’’ The second guard shrug. By now I can feel consciousness slipping rapidly from my face. “Don't be silly. We weren't ordered to kill her yet.” “She's still going to die anyway. Does it matter when?’’ The second guard’s strong opposition is the last thing I note before darkness swallows me. *** ALPHA KLEIN'S POV I'm trying to listen to Aurelia telling me stories of every picture as we look through a photo album, but it's impossible with Xaia flipping restlessly in my head, thinking about that omega. “This.’’ Aurelia points at a picture, her beautiful blue eyes growing sof

Edward’s head snapped up. His face was no longer just arrogant; it was monstrous. The veins in his neck pulsed with a dark, predatory violet. "You've finally crossed the line, Sonya," he hissed, his voice vibrating with a killing intent I knew all too well from my past life. "I gave you a roof, and you repay us by attacking the only woman I love? You want to leave? Fine. But you’ll leave with a reminder of what happens when you touch what is mine."

She misled me into thinking that they were her biological parents, and that was why I did what I did! "Madelyn's the true culprit!" Her voice grew louder as if volume could prove that I was the one who killed Lora. I looked at her with cold ridicule. "So if they were my parents, would they have deserved to die at your hands? "For days, I warned you again and again that Lora's allergic to shrimp, and you deliberately made shrimp ravioli. That's intentional murder! "Besides, I repeatedly reminded you that they're Josh's parents, but you wouldn't believe me."

"From the very first day I ever laid my eyes on you, I knew in my heart that you were made for truly great things. You have such a massive, glorious destiny ahead of you." I glared up at her through the blinding light, my teeth gritting so hard my jaw ached. "Fuck off!" I spat, my voice dripping with pure venom as I tried to twist my face out of her tight grip. "Your sick little plan has finally worked out, hasn't it? So that is the real reason you didn't just kill me on the road earlier. It's because whatever you want to do to my blood has to be done through your stupid, twisted ritual! But I guess you are just going to end up killing me at the end of it anyway, aren't you?"

Where are you finding the breath to argue? The rest of the squad piled in. "There's another rig coming. You really need to take this one off a dying woman." "This isn't about jealousy, is it. You picking now to put on a show." I started to shake. The tears came down whether I wanted them or not. "Mason. I am not putting on a show. "I am a mother. I would not use my own baby for sympathy. You know me." He turned his head toward me. His eyes lingered on the blood for three seconds.

Completely. I would end them all.

Knowing that they are all connected in defending the most important person. “All you need to do is accept your fate.” ALLIAH.

My bed space was quite comfy with my huge teddy bear right on the bed, and my pink and white bed sheets were well tucked into the bed. I took my AirPods and listened to "Waves" by Ella Kess. Ella was my favorite artist, Dad bought all her records and I derived joy from her lyrics. She died at the age of 79, old and happy, her lyrics forever live on. "You think the world doesn't need you, do you feel alone, get a better view that you are what the world needs, you're loved" I sang heartily. Ella Kess was my idol, her songs were interesting with a sweet melody and rhythm. If she was here, I would hug her tightly and let her know she is a lifesaver. I mumbled the lyrics and laughed, for some rea

Drystan let me breathe only to finish this three-day ritual. The realization filled me with a new wave of pain… I should die. Not because it was remarkable that I was still in the world of the living, but because only my death could stop the apocalypse. Without my blood, Belial would not be able to create his body. If I died, everyone else could live…

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.