Cute But Deadly Novels & Stories

"I'm telling you Cuddles the man slayer is the perfect nickname for her. If she doesn't kill them with her tiny cute like paw, then she will kill them with cuteness!" "Have you never had a pet before? I have never seen you this excited. We would pass dogs and other animals and you wouldn't even blink at it. Suddenly you find that thing! And you're going ape shit!" "MEWR!" "Shhh don't call her a thing! You're going to hurt her feelings! And for the record you see dogs everywhere. But look! How often do you see something so cute!?"

Neither Delcan nor I had left anyone alive who discovered our truth. Delcan seized the vampire closest to him, sinking his canines into the vampire's throat, tearing off a large chunk of flesh, and tossing the vampire aside to die. Delcan isn't normal, not even by Lycan standards. He possesses great speed, and as he can easily succumb to his bloodlust, he tries to kill his prey as quickly as possible because neither of us can afford to embark on a killing spree. However, if he's using his canines today, I don't know how long I'll be able to restrain him. I'm just hoping he won't harm Arya.

I smiled for the lens, picked at the ribbon, and opened it. The smell hit first, metallic and sweet in a way that made my stomach turn. Inside was a teddy bear soaked in fake blood, the fur matted dark, glass eyes staring up at me, and a card pinned to its chest. I only saw the first line before my hands stopped working. YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED AT THE GALA. The box slipped. The bear hit the studio floor with a wet sound that was too loud in the sudden quiet. I shoved back from the couch so hard the legs screeched.

"The sculpture in the photo looks quite familiar. It looks like the one that won the grand prize just recently." "Didn't the sculptor say she created the piece based on her sister? Why are there human bones in it? This is so scary." "You should look more closely. That's plaster, not bones! You should go and get your eyes checked. Don't go around spouting nonsense." "Our lovely Layla loves her sister the most. You should show the deceased some respect and watch what you say online." "I'm not trying to pick a fight with anyone, but… Is Layla Larson's sister named Hazel? She was my classmate. Even though she had a physical disability, Hazel had always been an optimistic person. She didn't seem

You don't deserve to be one! Lucas' accusations stabbed me right in the heart like a sharp knife. It was right then that the werewolf poison thoroughly infested my heart. I dry-heaved and spat out another mouthful of blood. Werewolves like us usually had self-healing powers, and we could recover from pain and illnesses fairly well on our own. However, I was an Omega, which meant that I was a lot weaker than the others in the pack. Also, I had been poisoned. Death was the only option available.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

Ms Stella screamed as Cutie’s claws cut her arm but she didn’t stop, she came at Cutie again, striking hard. Cutie bit her shoulder, drawing blood…Stella scratched her back. Cutie winced, but she didn’t fall. Then, with one strong strike, Cutie slammed her claw into Stella’s chest. Stella flew back, landing hard on the ground. Blood poured from her wounds, she twitched violently, then finally went still. Cutie stood over her, breathing heavily, covered in blood, her eyes were sharp and fierce. I couldn’t believe it, Cutie had killed her.

kade asked Leaning dangerously close to me, as little as a single inch of space was left between us. “No baby… Your fancy man, your prince charming, is a cold-blooded killer, one I breeded over the years, and he kills without mercy… I trained him, and I watched him kill more than anyone else, and you know what the fun part is? ..... He enjoys it.” That had done it. Those words he spoke crept into my ear and up to my brain, sending a trigger as I plunged the knife right through his fucking chest, not giving a single fuck.

curdling screams then muggling ******* brought on by the first belly stab falling to her knees looking up shocked mouth gaping eyes wide grinning glance steady holding holding holding the belly cut a cacophonous modern dance of agony followed by rapturous convulsing ******* that went on and on and on get a bat she implored she is a real ******* movie star the Greta Garbo of ***** a dark jewel a must have a hell wife goddess of dread a ******* *** genius my best girl ever fused by desire we kissed like **** loving catholic priests in adoration of their savior young boy *** castrato hitting the high notes she looked up with desperation eyes with glittering tears and said are you my black knigh

Nimue looked back at Adrienne. “He’s Kirkus Adler,” she said with a smile on her beautiful face. “He’s a werewolf-like me, Adrienne.”