Cute But Deadly Novels & Stories

I touched its head and I cut it off with the blood splashing all over me . It felt so refreshing watching the animals die ,the way I killed it that way ,that was exactly how I am going to kill all of my enemies .

She press the boot button and smiled sinisterly as the screen lit up. The boot-up speed barely took a second to finish. It was faster than any of the commercialized computers sold on the market. Bella’s fingers immediately moved at an incredible speed over the keyboard. Her slim fingers produce clicking sounds every time it taps on the keyboard keys. Two more clicks and the screen finally displayed what was happening all over the villa. She clicked onto one of the footage lined up on her screen and watched the pack’s luna, Hope Richards, toasting her glass of wine with Caitlin like the ridiculous socialite that they are.

Carter can be hers for all I care. 'I really want to tear that girl apart, starting from head, down her stomach and between her legs. Then, she wouldn't be alive to make all this noise." 'That's gross, Delene. We are not going to tip anyone apart.” I scrunch my nose, just thinking about that. I would be a terrible thing to do.

Some of them even perched at her head, hair, and arms. "Butterflies are beautiful and sweet," a sweet voice stated. "They looked harmless and friendly." It was just behind them. Ciaran and Zephrain turned to Zillah who was now standing beside Zephrain with her hands at her back. "But behind these sweet façade... is deadly." Ciaran's eyes widened in realization. He stalked the standing woman. He nearly vomitted when he saw the woman's face, all covered with butterflies. Some are even inside her eye sockets.

I might as well die smelling pretty. “It’s normal in this work. A lot of people die, and they have killed before. At least a couple of them. No biggie,” I replied and rubbed the creamy liquid on my legs. He didn't seem moved, and that's when I realized he didn't find me active anymore. This used to be the easiest way to get him to do what I wanted. His voice was colder than the steel in his hand. “You bitch. I underestimated you.” I let my robe hang loosely over my shoulder and stood slowly, palms up. I said in a whisper, my voice shaking just enough to be credible, “Dominic, I had no idea they had hurt you so severely. You look so awful.”

He could already sense the presence of a few worthy foes. Stephen was seated in front of Zayn. He turned around and glanced at Zayn before cracking a somber yet ruthless smile. In his eyes, Zayn was a dead man walking. He said in contempt, “F*ck, what’s there to be excited about hunting animals? Animals can’t use weapons and aren’t trained to fight. They’re only dumb beasts. The most attractive part of the Great Hunt is its rules! Over here, it is permissible to murder humans. When you find someone loathsome, you may put a knife to his throat and let the fresh blood flow! Watch him beg for mercy and die in despair! That’s true luxury!”

Fighting throngs of them in human form is Thor's specialty. Before I abandon the car, I open the glove compartment and bring out the serrated edge karambit knife I took from Uncle Knox's workshop. The karambit is a perfect knife for silent killing. It can slice deep into flesh with ease and the curved and serrated edges on the silver blade make it a deadly and dangerous weapon that can hook and snag at sensitive organs like the intestine, making the person suffer a slow and painful death.

A sudden blade-like object slit through his throat, detaching his head from his body along with killing the guys who were jovial about their Prince that are now no longer breathing. “Oh, their Audacity to think they could defeat the top five.” A seductive chuckle came. Ruth, Number 4, Wicked Seductress. The woman with an exquisite presence, a temptation incomparable, ready to blind anyone in her charm before killing ruthlessly unlike her name. “Gauche. How they believe ten is on par with one.” Rolling her eyes off, her nails grew back, showing the blade-like object was in fact her nails which grew into sharp needles used only as basic.

He stood over me, head tilted slightly, dark eyes burning with something intense I didn’t want to name. “You hesitated,” he murmured, voice low and lethal. I swallowed hard, the motion making me hyper-aware of my pulse hammering in my throat. He was still too close, watching me like he was waiting for me to make another mistake. “You do that in the real world,” he breathed, leaning down so his breath ghosted across my cheek, “and you die.” His lips twitched into the faintest, cruelest smirk. “Or,” he added, voice a dark promise, “something worse happens.”

And many more statements that either proved I was cute or plushy. I didn't want to look adorable, I hated looking adorable. The girls back at the pack always said there was something dominantly alluring in my cuteness, something that just pulled the male population towards me with the urgency to see what that face would look like in their beds, or have my dainty stupid body in their arms. Generally, something about my cuteness just made me the most dangerous of all living beings, and that's why they hated me.