Novel & Cerita Cute But Deadly

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

With the vivid thoughts and him holding the whispering tone of just how cute Sky is, he deliberately went halfway, falling that he should not be in the first place. “S***!” Sky retorted, cursing as he wipes his lips disgusted, yet somehow not, secretly in outmost in denial and unbelievably not. “Don’t you dare, for I’m going to kill you?” He threatened, pointing his finger at him like the typical tsundere heroine in any shoujo manga. Amused and technically taken an unwanted interest, Clay even dared to ask, “Really?” Leaning close with his smile flashed directly unto its face, he slams both of his hands on the wall, locking him in the middle.

☆☆☆ Inside It was foggy within but they could still see what lies buried within the cemetery, they walked stealthily like ghosts trying effectively not to attract unwanted attentions. The Zompires are dead creatures considered to be undead, their existence is a curse and an abomination of the hidden world itself. They are ludicrous and predictable unlike other creatures on the planet, they're visibly blind but attracted to noises and lights. They could transform others at will with just a bite but that differs between species. It hasn't been really tested on a dhampir but Rapidfire was not ready to try that out yet.

It was unfathomable how the right person could mend the wrong memories with the right energy. I contemplated him, smiling with a warm gaze as he explained everything passionately. It was then I realised sexy Amor could be so cute when he was surrounded by weapons. Cute with weapons? Yeah. He was the I-will-slit-your-throat-beautifully type of cute. There must be something wrong with my head. But I couldn’t help adoring him. So cute! “... and then, just like that, you can behead them in just one slash. Although you need to be careful about the blood splattering all around. It might enter and hurt your eyes, so be careful when those nerves around the neck are severed.” He snapped his finger.

He knew that if she stayed there for one more minute Derek was going to catch her and wouldn't waste any time in killing her. But then again he couldn't deny the fact that she was breathtaking. Her gorgeous face and long blonde hair was the thing that first got his attention, she was so beautiful and looked mature. He was sure that if Derek get his hands on her he was probably going to rape or kill her maybe he would even do both.

His eyes, a sharp gray, scanned the room, landing on me with the weight of someone used to getting what he wanted. “Isabel Mays?” His voice was low, commanding. “I need your help.” I froze for a fraction of a second, then straightened. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that. What kind of help?” He stepped closer. Too close. I instinctively took a step back. “My brother,” he said simply. “He’s dying. No one can help him. Except you. You have the cure, or at least the knowledge to save him and you will help me.”

Valerie’s POV Upon viewing the images on Sophia’s phone my stomach contorted into tangled knots. Alexander Richmond found himself seated opposite an attractive woman in the shadowy ambiance of a luxurious dining establishment. The candle's glow danced erratically between them while his face remained an enigma yet hers? Her smile appeared soft yet flirtatious. The images appeared neither grainy nor captured at unusual angles. The images appeared razor-sharp and perfectly captured as if an unknown entity intended Sophia to perceive them.

She's talking about something else entirely. "Why?" I ask. "Why what?" I step in front of her, forcing her to stop walking. "Why hunt them? What do they want with them?" She looks at me as if the answer were obvious. "They want to destroy them for no reason other than that they hate them." Her hands twitch, and she looks around again like she's nervous. "Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it."

It consists of a council of twelve. They are in the middle of a very important discussion. A Wild One that is killing the Changelings brutally for the past two years. All Wild Ones are dangerous, but this particular one is the most dangerous of them all because he seems to be a psychopath too. Brutally killing off their people in the same way; heads torn out, stomachs wide open with the intestines snatched out and scattered all over the body, all the toes of his victim bitten and chewed out. This particular one is a psychopath.

Cole and I rushed inside, our skin rippling as our wolves readied themselves for a fight, only to freeze in our tracks. Crimson painted the room, but I was used to seeing blood. This was something else. Violet stood at the center of the room like, surrounded by the corpses of Cortana and Lorenzo Santino. Cole whistled under his breath, looking at me as if to say, ‘do you see what I’m seeing?’. She was perfect, absolutely perfect. An angel of death, cruel and vicious, yet soft and innocent. A beautiful amalgamation of light and dark wrapped in a curvy, doe-eyed package.