Are You Going To Kill Me Novels & Stories

“No. You won't. You can't do it!” “You're going to kill someone again, aren't you?!" She screamed, stepping away from me.

"But I'm not the person you knew." "But you look like the same to me. Maybe you have gained a few more pounds." The moment I said that a pair of eyes glared at me, though his anger was fake. "I'm not letting you go without knowing the reason." "How about if I tell you that you will kill me after knowing the reason? And I'm serious about it." 'What can be the reason that can trigger us to that limit that we might end up killing him?' Maira wondered the same thing which I was thinking.

Let’s just say things changed, but not our feelings, right? “This is necessary for me, because it concerns my life!” "Do you really think I’ll kill you?” "Is there any reason you wouldn’t kill me if I were no longer useful?” I asked in return.

“Will you tell me why you keep looking behind?” “I am trying to be sure you don't have plans on killing me” I joked. “Out here in the open? I am not so silly Melissa” “I need your help”

I blurted out, "Does that mean you are going to kill me now?" Bigger Goon had the audacity to look hurt. "We weren't hired to kill you, were we Ta-" "You Dumbass! Were you seriously going to say my name again? Then we will have to kill her. I'm not going back to prison, so watch your damn mouth!" He shouted up into the bigger man's face.

If you want to take part in Live Suicide, please answer the following sequence of questions before contacting us, or we will eliminate you from the world. My brow wrinkled. “What? Is it possible to get rid of me in the world? Shouldn’t my application be eliminated rather than me?” I blurted out into the air. I’m not sure why, but when I read the message, eliminate me in the world, it seemed to indicate that they were going to kill me. I just shook my head and went back to reading. Eliminate or die, it all boils down to the same thing: I’m going to die.

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.

I'd been through a lot today and I didn't bargain for this. “He was testing you and you fell for it. He wanted to see what you will do and if you will give in. While you were smart enough to realise that, why didn't you realise that you just dug your own grave?” I sat up with so much speed. “What do you mean? Can he actually kill me?” When she didn't answer, I stood up. “Ice, don't go cold on me. Can he kill me? I thought I was supposed to be stronger with you.”

"I brought some of Ivy's photos. Do you want to see them?" He hesitated. He looked unsure how to refuse. I pretended not to notice his discomfort. Slowly, I reached inside my jacket. I didn't take out any photos. I took out a syringe. Raymond reacted quickly, trying to step back at once. His eyes went wide. His voice trembled as he asked, "What are you..." I was faster. I had rehearsed this moment in my mind a thousand times. The syringe pierced his neck. He only got half his words out before his body went limp.

"W-Why are you here?" A sad look is cast on his face, something fake and playful. "Don't tell me you're scared?" I can ask the question as many times as I like, but I know the answer already. "You're going to die—people will come and kill you for this." "I'm afraid they're a little occupied at the moment, dear."