All You Need Is Kill Novels & Stories

More tips flood in, begging me to stay, but nothing touches five grand. I blow one last kiss. “Thank you for the best night ever. Sweet dreams, Daddies.” I hit End Broadcast. The sudden silence is deafening. Just my ragged breathing and the low buzz between my legs. I am still spread wide in the chair, thighs trembling, when three sharp knocks land on my apartment door. I freeze. No one knows where I live. I was always careful—VPN, blurred background, never meet-ups, never even full face. Another knock, firmer.

"You don't have to say anything now. Just let it all out" Zayden Kendall, I will destroy you. I swear it.

he muttered, watching me closely as he turned a page in his notebook. "We just need to clip the wings of the local reporters first, then we use a standard drop-and-bury maneuver on the national feeds so the syndicates don't get a chance to open an active file on your wolf's behavior," I explained without thinking, using the exact terminology my father’s captains used when they were cleaning up a messy hit in the city. Riley stopped moving his pen and his eyebrows came together in a sharp line, and the room grew very quiet as he stared at me like I had just spoken in a foreign language.

Kali? 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪 𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

“DUFFER” “SO WHAT D’ YA SAY, GUYS ?” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “LOUDER !! THEY CAN’T HEAR YA !!!!!” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !”

* Expressionless, Killian snapped Dad's neck. Two elderly corpses lay on the expensive carpet, blood pooling around them. Killian stood between the bodies, gasping for air. His gaze shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to utter dead silence. He looked at his hands and suddenly let out a laugh that made my blood run cold: "Hahahaha..." "Is this love?" "Love is a weakness! Love is death!" "I don't need this! No one gets close to me ever again!" [Player Keal: Deceased.]

A face that wants to kill. I am going to make them all pay.

“But you’d better be ready to kill the only version of yourself willing to do what’s necessary.” The screen went black.

Kill! Kill! Kill! There’s nothing I can’t do now. All I can think of is causing him pain, as much pain as I can possibly give. It’s at this point that I hope for more that I know he’s close. There’s only so much a body can take before it starts to fall apart. It hasn’t bled enough, it hasn’t cried enough, it hasn’t despaired enough. I lean down as tears leak from his eyes. The small weakness is enough to make me smile.

"What do you want?" "We're going to play a game, Erica. It's called Truth or Kill. You have two choices: either I kill the four people whose photos I just sent you, or you get into your car, drive to the Rossi Enterprise, tell everyone the truth, and beg for forgiveness." She choked on a sob, her mind racing. "I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt them." "Good. Now, listen carefully. Do not hang up the call. I am watching you, and one wrong move will lead to a kill in our little game."