Cute But Deadly Novels & Stories

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.”

Now that tables had turned, she had to teach him a lesson, too bad he won't learn from it since there wouldn't be a time to apply it. Zia picked up a small but glittering knife that had both edges sharp. She went to his back where she had his hand tied before she cut his fingers one by one, his creams echoing in the entire room s d the forest beyond. Too bad they had chosen a location far away that no one would hear his screams. It was him and the little nightmare. The pain was too unbearable and the guy was loosing consciousness fast. Finding no more fun in that she slit his wrist so that his blood flowed down like a river, his skin turning pale instantly. He was dead.

“But why is the Springbolt Group partnering with the Smarts? Feels like charity work.” “The Smarts are trash, yet they lucked out big time. Life’s unfair.” Soon, terms like “Smart Corporation’s Collaboration with the Springbolt Group” and “the Smarts” trended, rapidly climbing the charts. Nathan sat proudly on the stage, surrounded by admirers, his chin practically reaching the sky in arrogance. Amidst this grandeur, I quietly entered the hall, dressed simply. I walked with poise and took a seat in the front row, center stage.

And I'm continuously finding myself in the position were my body starts to unwilling lust after them. It's very odd, but the more I'm around these type of people the more I start to enjoy it. I've never been one to like the bad guys, I go more for the respectable gentleman. But I don't know, something about how everyone is their own mystery and everything is unexpected has me so intrigued. Yes I am absolutely scared for my life and I'm aware that it could end at any given moment, but knowing that, pumps something through my veins that I slightly enjoy. It makes me feel like a dangerous woman...or an endangered woman.

Yet, the cave's spaciousness hinted at its potential to harbor hundreds of hidden individuals undetected. "Puh-puh!" A faint noise echoed ahead, indicating a presence. Despite the dim lighting, Alexander remained vigilant, anticipating the unforeseen. As the sound drew nearer, a fragrant aroma permeated the air, followed by the appearance of hand-sized moths. These were Dark Night Devil Butterflies. Alexander was familiar with their deadly capabilities. Its powder could clog the brain and heart blood vessels, causing sudden death. He steeled himself, unleashing his fiery aura to repel the toxic powder they emitted.

"If death’s shadow looms over us tomorrow, I want it to claim me first before it dares touch you." Sera traced the sharp lines of his jaw, the roughness of his stubble, down to the fullness of his lips. He caught her finger between his teeth, biting down playfully, dark eyes watching her beneath heavy lids. "Careful, Butterfly. The most beautiful things are always the most dangerous." A smile ghosted her lips. Before he could react, she leaned forward and bit into his neck, hard enough to leave a mark. A hickey, a brand, a warning.

the treasure ( THE DEADLY MISSION ) every wound need time to heal up Jasmine have become number one in Nigeria She have sniper kill many governor and have kill 9 up coming president competiting in the election Even Kayak can't do all those deadly mission Jasmine loves shooting always even if she didn't have any mission she would takes guns and start shooting animals and boards Thing start getting out of hand and Kayak start having feelings for Jasmine Jasmine never knew this She is a bad but very decent

They fit like puzzle pieces together. What they lacked, as proximity to power blinds them, was foresight. Instead of finding a cure, they had turned the tides in their favor. Add a decade and they had another problem. The beasts they capitalised on, the innocent cubs made killers, were dying. Quickly. They didn't make it past the age of twenty five. The blood lust attracted a fatal disease somehow and they died an ugly death. They didn't let this hit the news, buried everything.

The smell of death wafted from these cooling bodies heavily together with that fishy iron-like odor. All those people, when they were still alive didn't even manage to react to his attacks! Precisely put, they didn't even see him move. He had killed him so swiftly, not allowing room for any reactions or counterattacks! Right. The pretty-faced young man who was always playfully called a dog by Misty was an advocator of speed! Even if his brain was slow, he wouldn't care as long as his reaction speed and movements were fast!

Your low-profile, high-speed car is a beautiful coffin. Him saying that made me shiver as I looked away from him. “That’s… morbid. And silly. This isn’t a war zone.” “For you, it might as well be,” he said, never pulling his gaze from mine. “The people that want to hurt you aren’t playing by the rules of the game, Callum. They don’t give a rat’s ass about your job or your good heart if you had one, or the mommy you give to the poor or if you’re sick or healthy. They want you dead.”