Desire To Kill Novels & Stories

"Please. I need—I need it to go away. The feeling. I can't—" I pressed harder against my mouth. "I keep killing people. I keep—" "Five." "I didn't want to kill him. I didn't want to kill any of them. I just wanted to—" The words collapsed into each other. "I just wanted to get out. That's all I ever wanted. And now there's another one and I can still—" I looked at my hands. "Make it go away. Please. I don't know how to make it go away." He didn't say anything.

his eyes narrowed. "You're not getting an easy way out. But you can ask me again after five years, I could be kind enough and grant you that wish" "You want to break me" he scoffed. "That's a mild way of putting the things I want to do to you, sweetheart" "I'm not even surprised," I said emptily, feeling drained. "It's your specialty. To kill and destroy everything around you. You're like a chronic illness, spreading and killing whatever you touch. Just like Philly....."

"A dead man." "No," Adrian corrected harshly, his fingers tightening on Julian's flesh, digging in just enough to anchor him to the present. "A dead man feels nothing. A dead man demands nothing. You are a slate wiped clean by five hundred feet of freezing water. The boy who begged Victor Vance for a crumb of cold affection died on the rocks of Blackwood Cove. Who stands here now?" Julian looked into his own reflected eyes. The timid, eager-to-please light that had defined his six years of marriage was extinguished. In its place sat a dark, simmering pit of embers.

“What a good girl! , first I want you to agree to all my claims, to be my official girlfriend, for now I just want you to be that, to forget this bitter moment, to enjoy the money that is in your account, to buy beautiful clothes, I want you to enter your sister, I don't want her to become an obstacle between the two of us “Oh no! Of course, not Brett, you leave her alone, or I swear that if you get out of hell itself, I will sink you with the police” “Well, I want you to know that if you try to do something to me, there is someone who is very interested in killing you, and if he sees that you do something against me, I swear that he will mercilessly cut your throat, so it's up to you to dec

P.O.V Ren I feel weightless surrounded by blackness, I don’t know where I am or how long I’ve been here, but I feel safe, protected…..”am I dead” I ask my self. I didn’t feel any pain. I shake my head “ I can’t be dead that’s just impossible but I feel hot I feel like I’m on fire” I say to no one. As sweat beads down my forehead I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.

Before he would extend even the slightest bit of it, we would have to give him something to gloat about and boost his ego. Noah stormed towards him. "You have some nerve. After everything, you killed your mother. You don't deserve happiness let alone..." Hayes and I quickly held him back. "That's right. Keep yourselves in check and behave till this arrangement lasts. You three do anything to jeopardise me and you will live to regret it. Let this be the last time this foolishness ever repeats itself.” “You can’t do shit,” I declared. He smiled. A sardonistic one which made my stomach churn with disgust. “I bet I can. I don’t have to hurt the three of you to get what I want. Maya alone…”

It was wrong, it was sick, and it was a literal death sentence under this roof. “I hate him,” I whispered fiercely. “He’s just an arrogant, mocking jerk. I hate him I dragged my feet to the bed, but the anger was just a flimsy shield to cover the terrifying truth: Archie had reawakened the dormant, passionate fire inside me that Matthew had spent two months trying to beat to death. My body was completely starved, aching, and physically frustrated from my husband’s selfish, two-minute routine. It was already late in the night I still couldn’t find sleep

But then, everything changed, and she pulled out a knife, threatening to harm me. I'm struggling to comprehend the emotions blooming inside me. It's not desire, but the notion that my mate despises me only adds to my confusion. Even in my dreams, my partner longs to kill me. Is her anger towards someone like me so intense that she can't accept me? She’s the one who wants to escape from me and pursue me. But damn it! I'm not bothered by the idea of her wanting to kill me. What I despise even more is the thought of not being able to witness it.

He always felt like being with her so that he could keep an eye on her. "Yes, I can try...." Katherine said, looking into Jacky's pleading eyes, "Once you help me do what I want, then maybe my madness of destroying myself can end. Apart from this, no words of yours, no tears, no requests can sway me." "So you want to kill Zac!" Jacky asked, breathing out. "Every night I dreamt of killing him, so this is not what I want, this is what I wish to do. And I know you can help me to achieve that only when you let go of the idea of losing me," Katherine said.

I would die, and Desiree knew it. She believed that seeing it play out in real life, watching me die all over again, would cause my parents to have a breakdown. That was her entire plan. It would be a great deal easier to get around my parents if they no longer had any fight left in them. She was betting that the psychological trauma of it would render them ineffective. That either the pack would vote them out or allow someone else to take over.