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The Debt of the Widow

The Debt of the Widow

“I should kill you where you stand.” “You could try,” Arthur said, his voice cold and smooth. He didn't look at the bodies. He looked at Dante. “But then he would certainly die. And that would be a waste of a perfectly good tool, wouldn't it?” He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a silver case. He flicked it open. Inside sat a single, shimmering syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid. “The Neutralizer,” Bianca whispered.
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Killed by His Fix

Killed by His Fix

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.
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The Art of Deception

The Art of Deception

I just knelt there, staring up at her, feeling like a pathetic, broken person. As I knelt there, staring up at Kaye, I saw a look of pure malice in her eyes. She seemed to be enjoying my misery, reveling in my pain. "Even if I die," Kaye said, her voice dripping with venom, "I will never give Gael back to you. He's mine now, and I'll never let him go." As she spoke, Kaye reached out and poured a handful of salt onto the floor in front of me. The sound of the salt hitting the floor was like a slap in the face, a cruel reminder of my defeat.
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His Straight Pet

His Straight Pet

I ordered. One of the guards—a wraith-blood named Kel—stepped in and snapped his fingers. Sparks of cursed light danced across the room, jarring the vampires awake. One hissed. Another flinched. "I gave you a chance," I said, walking between them. "But now I’m done being patient." I dropped the bag. It landed with a metallic thud. Inside, tools. Not knives. Not blades. Art. Each one designed for pain that didn’t break skin. Only soul.
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Sudden Billionaire Heiress After Divorce

Sudden Billionaire Heiress After Divorce

Not if I have anything to say about it. In this ghetto, life is cheap. It’s easy to find someone willing to pull the trigger for the right price. But what we need now isn’t just a gunman; we need artists of death, people who take pleasure in the kill. That’s why I’m counting on The Viper, Red, Jinx, and Blade. They aren’t just assassins—they’re maestros in the art of murder. We’ve all heard about how Alessandra’s wedding with Brandon turned into a bloodbath. Armed men stormed the ceremony, intent on taking her life. Then she ordered men to kill my son in jail, thinking he was the one who ordered the hit.
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The Billionaire’s Unplanned Affair

The Billionaire’s Unplanned Affair

Making him realize there was no way out. Then finishing him off when he understood that it was already too late. Alaric grabbed a beer bottle from the table, popped it open with his teeth—which made me wince. “You know what the most important part of killing someone is?” he asked, taking a sip. I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms. “What?” He held my gaze for a moment before answering, “Enjoying the moment before you do it.” I scoffed. “That sounds psychotic.” He shrugged. “I’m serious. A good kill isn’t rushed. You need to know when to take control, when to toy with them, when to—”
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KILLER

KILLER

I said my voice slightly breaking. "You made me look like a fool, all the combats and training and killing was for nothing but to make me just like you, a killer that gets to live with the guilt forever. Goodbye Rarf, you'll be better off in hell." I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart.
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Love that Kills

Love that Kills

His claws were still extended as he died… Well, I guessed he would no longer need them. Glancing at the beast in front of me, I leaned over the corpse, grabbed the dead arm, and ripped one of his claws. It was all-blooded and absolutely gross, and I felt sick even holding it, but it was the only weapon I could use… The beast lurched at me, presenting its filled-with-teeth jaws. I forced myself to stay focused, fixing my eyes on its neck—my target. The claw I held was three inches long, and I seriously hoped it would be enough to cut through the beast's thick flesh. I could feel the ground shake as the wolf launched, extending its deadly front paws. Before the wolf could react, I bent and sli
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The Killer's Kitten

The Killer's Kitten

She just looked at him. "You know what I am," he said from behind her. "I know." "Then don't—" He stopped. She turned around."Don't what? Don't look at you like you're human? Don't put a band-aid on your arm? Don't sit here in this shitty motel room with a man who kills people for a living and still feel safer than I've felt in years?" His jaw tightened."You don't mean that." "I don't say things I don't mean."
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Crave Me,Kill Me

Crave Me,Kill Me

Trained. He’s done this before. Another shot split the air. It tore through the wall two feet from her face. Aria crawled behind the heavy oak bookshelf, breathing hard, heart slamming against her ribs like a trapped bird. Killian fired twice out the window fast, controlled, a rhythm that said don’t get closer. “I thought this place was off-grid!” Aria shouted. “It was.” He ducked behind a kitchen counter, grabbed a burner phone, smashed it underfoot. “You led them here?”
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