Desire To Kill Novels & Stories

"I have a curse, sister. It doesn't mean I'll have to see all humans as threats. Frankly, love is my punishment, and I've been trying lately to limit who I fall in love with. So, stating intentions or not, that's not my problem. Besides, for someone like me, you'll already be dead before stating your intentions. Why not just do it?" Janice chuckled and leaned back against her chair. "You know, the more you resist what you are, the more likely you'll feel the needful desire and hunger to kill. Or should I say love. You're beautiful, attractive, smart, intelligent, with amazing features, literally everything a guy would need. Once they come to you, you're bound to love them, and then end them.

“You know quick and easy is the way I like it best!” Look, when a girl gets urges, she’s gotta do something about them, and I have never been the kinda girl to suppress my urges. Yes, I know I’ve already killed three people—four if Jason and I take shared credit for Agent Jared—in the last twenty-four hours, so my hunger should be satiated. However, two of those kills were out of panic-induced self-defense, and I can hardly say that I took any pleasure out of killing Agent Gale. If anything, all those ‘necessity kills’ only added to my building craving to kill someone for fun. And now that I’m no longer under T.H.E.M.’s umbrella, I can freely do that without fear of being excommunicated.

My arm extended in an embrace. "That is not all. To be able to kill the powerful one, you must satisfy your heart desires," She snaked her hand to my chest and tapped it, "What are your heart desires, darling?" Her eyes searched nine for answers. I shut my eyes, swallowing excessively and clenching my jaws in anger, "To have my father dead for betraying me. For lying to me for years," I paused, stopping myself from being emotional, "I want her mother dead too, for birthing that bitch. My life would have been easier without her,"

Shouldn’t you be released from pain once you die? But why the fuck do I feel this slicing pain inside my chest for every second passing by? It’s almost equally destructive as the rage burning my insides. It feels fucking ridiculous that I’d thought I was in a rage when I witnessed Gia’s and Drake’s betrayal. Because if that was rage, then what is this? I don’t want to kill someone. I want to kill everyone. I want to destroy the world. I fucking want to rip their eyes out of their sockets if their gazes ever fall on those nudes pictures of Cheska.

His voice was dark harbouring flames of fury and a strong desire to kill and annihilate. Vivian tried her hardest to get out of his arms, she really didn't want a person to die at her hands even if it was someone she despised the most, she could never imagine herself killing someone, "Please let me go, please don't make me do this." She pleaded, her voice laced with desperation, tears pooled in her eyes and fell down her cheeks like large pearls.

Sasha was instantly alarmed, stroking her hand through Desiree's hair as she said, "No. Don't talk that way, Des." "I detest him with every fiber of my body. I want to kill him," Desiree insisted. And she wasn't even kidding. If she had that monster in front of her right now, she didn't think she would hesitate to grab her father's gun and shoot him right through his dark, twisted heart.

Not because he feared death. But because he wanted the chance to kill me himself. My fingers curled into the bedsheets as I stared at him, my pulse steady despite the storm raging between us. How pathetic. Even in the face of his own mortality, his greatest desire wasn’t survival—it was revenge.

He was pressed against the wall now, his hands behind his back, his chest rising and falling too fast. "I want to kill him." The words came out calmly and I meant it. "I want to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until he stops breathing. I want to watch the light leave his eyes. I want to see the exact moment he realizes that he doesn't get to touch what's mine and live. I've thought about it every single day since I found out she kissed him. Every single night when I close my eyes, I see his face and I imagine all the ways I could make him disappear."

I smiled at her before I left, walking so fast while clenching my fist. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it! What just happened? I clearly felt a strong desire to destroy earlier when I choked that maid. If it wasn’t for my mind that kicked in earlier, I would have already watched her die due to lack of oxygen. That was close. What? wrong with me earlier? I really had the urge to kill someone… it was weird. I should ask Kavier about this. Because if it’s true that I had this urge to kill and destroy, wouldn’t I be branded as a dangerous being?

"T-Tank you. You don't look bad yourself, Callan." He cringed, and I laughed. " How do you know it's me?" He asked me surprise. I stuttered and blushed. He chuckled. "It's okay. I hate that name." My brows furrowed. "What Callan?" "I don't know it's just.. I know I don't really know you but, my dad has been hard on me with his company's, and it becomes stressful you know? I'm his last option, and I couldn't deny the offer." I nodded, and he continued. "My older brother Zamiel denied my dad's offer because he had a passion for singing, and second-oldest brother Stab, is pursing his acting career and taking care of his son and his wife." He licked his full pink lips as he stared up at the sky.