Castle Dressed To Kill Novels & Stories

“Are you underestimating me, Cass?” “That’s not it.” He closed his eyes for a brief second, as he pinched the tip of his nose, before meeting my gaze again. “We’re talking about someone that killed his Uncle, then hung his head in front of the castle. Everyone who’s on the late King’s side in the palace have been killed. Everyone there is walking on eggshells around him,” “You really are underestimating me.”

He laughed out. “You’re nothing. A cheap, disposable distraction. Why did you send her those photos? Why did you rub your filth in her face? You killed her.” He turned to the two made men waiting in the doorway. “Throw her out on the street. Seize every last asset she has. Any family in New York that so much as gives her a roof over her head is an enemy of the Castellano family. I want her alive, but begging for death. And the doctors that helped her? Bury them in the Meadowlands.”

Mindy hurried excitedly to answer it, and three dubious-looking men in shabby costumes walked through the door. The moment I saw their leader, a man with a large mole on his face, the blood in my veins went cold, and my fingernails dug deeply into my palms. It was them! In my past life, these three "exorcists" took Mindy's money and struck me to death with a so-called holy scepter drenched in dog's blood! Suppressing the murderous rage surging inside me, I lowered my head obediently and stepped aside. The fake exorcists entered the bedroom and theatrically circled Sam's bed, before a mole-faced man slapped his thigh dramatically.

"You think just because you're my real sister, you can steal Clara's things? Kids from orphanages really have no manners. You're nothing compared to Clara." Every time Thea tried to defend herself, Clara's few tears stole everyone's attention. By the ninth time, when Clara announced her intention to seize Thea's fiancé, she had already given up. She packed her things, waiting for the bet to end so she could leave the Storme family. It was at this time that she found Leonard in an alley. He was lying in the rain with multiple bullet holes in his stomach. The torrent of blood he bled out stained the soles of her shoes crimson.

Anwen said every sibling. “Ask the assassin,” I demand, unable to take in the shape of what he’s saying. “If this is some conspiracy after the fact, the man won’t know to lie.” Floyd grimaces. “On my race to reach you, I heard rumor that the rogue Birsha died in the dungeon last night. “I’ll kill them!” Castor bellows. Mother already has a restraining hand on his arm, but she tightens it. “Peace, Castor. We cannot fight them here, not with our current numbers.”

The leader of the gang took a step forward, scanning the terrified faces of the hostages. "Listen up, you rich little fucks!" he snarled. "We’re not here for small change. We want the big money—your vault, your high-profile accounts. And if anyone gets in our way…" He pointed his rifle at the elderly woman’s head. "You all know how this ends." Cassandra’s hands clenched into fists, her entire body burning with rage. She knew how these criminals operated. They wouldn’t just rob the bank. They’d kill if necessary. "We need to do something," she whispered to Alexander.

"She held a blade to a four-year-old child's throat. She got what she earned." "MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!" The roar ripped through the clearing‚ startling a flock of birds from the tree line. Castell caught himself‚ smoothing his vest and forcing his voice down into a venomous hiss. "But that's fine. Because I'm going to make things even." "Is that right?" "You want to know what I'm going to do?" He stopped pacing and squared up to me. "I'm going to kill you right here‚ tonight. And then I'm going to bury your carcass in these woods so deep even your wolf won't claw its way out."

"Except his mate mated with another Alpha centuries ago." So, the Alpha King really was half Vampire. Cool. "Well, I killed someone's mate when I was 115, he was my 2567th kill." I said, just for the tigers to look at me with hate. I saw dead turkeys that still had their feathers. Just lying there on the table; I wonder if they would let me have the hearts. "Were you all going to cook those?" I asked, nodding at the turkeys.

Antonio says at once “She knows that killing one of our guards is akin to a war declaration and she went on to kill off the Head of our Army? Impossible!” “She killed him in close proximity,” Brandon points out. Before Antonio can refute, the sounds of hooves interrupt him. A party of men from the castle have arrived and leading them is Venus. Behind her is Ivan and her younger son, Oswald. Without a word, Venus storms towards the corpses. Her expression is stony and unreadable while Ivan and Oswal are mortified. They cannot believe their eyes at all. “What is this?” She shrieks at the crowd. “Who did this to our Knight?”

The maid had sworn on her creator that she would not. Killian, not convinced, ordered that the maid be thrown in the dungeons and be interrogated using all the harsh means until she confessed.