Anime Killer Kill Novels & Stories

said Kiara with a smirk . " True ! You are the rumored strong crown princess . I am curious to get to know you a little before I kill you . " said the assassin . " It's rude that you already know who I am but I do not know your identity . " said Kaira . " I wouldn't wanna be rude to her highness but these are the rules . I can't tell you who I am . " said the assassin . He took the knife and looked at her with an annoyed expression then threw it towards her but Kiara managed to avoid it again . The assassin had his face covered and Kiara couldn't see who it was but his figure looked a bit familiar to her .

Kai An onslaught of morbid emotions corrodes every cell in my body, and I think my humanity must have broken from how murderous I'm seething. I leaned back in my chair, arsenic flooding my veins, with the smoky sting of nicotine fogging my senses. I had killed once in self-defense, but maybe it was time to rekindle old sins. Not with survival, but taking my time, slow and steady, and picking out every strand of arteries inside those motherf**kers, until they bleed dry, and arranging their bones in alphabetical order.

Nikamura fixed her gloves one last time as she checked to see if her gear was set for the night. For too long, she had awaited this moment where she would get the kingpins of the underworld together and eliminate them all at once. She was the current most dreadful female in the entire underworld of Japan, and everyone believed she had control over the deadliest assassins. Well, Nikamura was her very own assassin. There was only one person who knew about her and the assassin being one, and that was an old man, Zayne.

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.

As if it was her true self and it irked him to a great extent. He thought he would be able to capture her but she was so f*cking sharp. Look at her stating facts and solid points without getting pressured and at the same time she was acting on point. What the f*ck was this woman? He knew she would try to confront those men. He was prepared for it. "I killed them," Hunter stated calmly. Rasmus scowled at him. "What do you mean you killed them? Why would you do that? Video is not enough. You should've let us hear it directly from them, not only this, why would you kill them without my knowledge," Rasmus grated.

She is perfect this way—vulnerable and feeble, thanks to my tongue. “Do you plan to kill me this way?” she whispers, lips lifting in a half-smile. I chuckle. “Death by orgasm,” I say, kissing her again because her lips are soft, and I love sucking on them. “Do you do this to all your assassins?” she asks as I move back to sucking her breasts. Fuck… these tits. I look up. “I’ve been targeted more times than I can count, and I kill them within minutes.” “Then why…?”

“Yes, we need answers. Fingers are pointing to your mate, Hunter. She killed Jackson. We want to know why.” I turned to Akira, giving her a subtle nod. This was her story to tell. “I won’t deny it,” Akira began, her voice steady and unwavering. “Yes, I killed Jackson.” Her bold admission caused a ripple of discomfort among the alphas. A few even flinched. “Look at me,” she continued, gesturing to her injuries. “Do you think I would have survived if I hadn’t fought back? If I hadn’t killed him?”

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

ller) Anita: Are you the hitman my friend told me about? Hitman: Yes Anita: In that case, I need you to do one simple job Hitman: What is it? Anita: (she shows him a picture of Paris) I want you to ki!l this woman Hitman: Paris Smith? Anita: You know her as well? Hitman: Yeah, the daughter of Mr Smith, a popular baker here in Azrael Anita: Yes, I want you to shoot her d€ad, Infact I don't even care what you do, Just make sure you k!ll her, I want her DEAD, I'll pay you any amount, Just do what you know how to do best.

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."