Desire To Kill Novels & Stories

The desire to end her burning through my veins. The other day, I felt like smothering her with a pillow at the hospital, but I held back at the last minute. Killing her like that gives her a chance at escape, an easy way to death, hence my desire to hold off. I need to make her death grueling. “Tell me, who's the bastard now?” I mock with a bitter laugh. He grabs the collar of my leather jacket and head-butts me again. Blood pours out of my nose in a frenzy.

"I saw him propose his love more often than murdering me, so I'd like to pretend like the other one who killed me are you." Zach's jaw hardened. "I won't kill you. Never." "But you want to hurt me." "I am just playing with you." "But you did want to hurt me. Admit it." "Just keep it in your head, Nevea. I will never kill you. I will be killing the people who wanted to take your life, including myself." Nevea gulped her saliva. "A show of you killing yourself…." She trailed her words. "I don't wish to see that. Kill everyone, not yourself."

I love everything about him. For the first time, I'm seeing his possessive side for me and I'm dumbstruck and loving his possessiveness for me. In this situation also I'm feeling like pulling his cheeks and kissing him hard. Oh! God Anna, he is killing him and you're thinking about kissing him. He is punching, kicking and hitting his stomach with his fist and knee constantly. I wanted him to beat the bastard but didn't want him to kill somebody. I have to stop him before it gets too late.

I killed her. But it was too late now. Neither I had time, nor I had a home to go to. I must seek peace in my life. Peace? My subconscious scoffed. Did I even deserve that? After everything I did? I might not kill my mother, but I was the reason she ended up that way. Only, and only if I wasn’t drunk. My eyes started burning with unshed tears as I sniffed them in. I did not deserve pity or anything of the sort. Pain, misery, vulnerability. That’s all I should yearn for. I walked out with a small smile on my lips. His lips automatically curled in a smile. His eyes slanted as the skin around them shrink. And what was I doing now? Ruining his life. I did not deserve him.

It's like it's caged and rattling against it. I want it free, I want to kill him, I want to make him pay in all ways unimaginable. I want to relish in his pain. But all I can do is squeeze. I can't kill him, I am unable to. but I will be damned if I don’t try. And so I push harder and harder, I want to rip his heart out of his chest. I want to kill this sonovabitch who has caused me pain, who has robbed me of my loved ones from the very start.

The tension was a odd one and Jasmine didn't know what to make of it, each second tiked as she watch the Alpha king's lips that was quivering in bitterness, "You killed my Beta!!!" He accused and you could hear the pain of losing a loved one in his voice.

fear, desperation? “Hmm should have this view photographed. ” Eutychus growled and with each word, his fingers worked on her ver wet canal. His fingers spread and twisted inside her. The fear or whatever it was was again replaced by sheer want, he wanted him inside her so bad she was probably going to die. “Hur- ” She said as she thrust her hips backwards where she could his heavy cock on her ass.

The materialistic things held no meaning to him and thus he didn't care about them at all. But still, he was trying to be better and more successful just because of her cause she wanted to feel more secure in life. He had lost everything and felt like his life had no meaning anymore. Unknowingly, he started walking towards the cliff; he wanted to die. Eli noticed that and ran up to him. She was freaking out as she figured how the story was going to end. "No no no!" She shouted and regretted that he couldn't hear her. She was terrified at that point and wanted to save him.

She hoped this was a bad joke or a terrible nightmare. " NO ONE IS GOING TO SAVE YOU. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE YOU LITTLE WITCH.!" he stated emphasising every word. "Dad..why... would you do this to me, am your own flesh and blood dad... please father" she said with confusion and a trembling voice. "Because I hate you so much and don't call me that, am not your father you witch. Now kill her already!" With that, he disconnected the phone.

I quite like that. "Maybe so. But there are people who rely on me, and I don't want to disappoint my father,” I admit with a sigh, flicking something off my hand. "But?" "But, I'm just so sick of living in fear, wondering when these people will finally get their way, and kill me,” I mutter. Were that man not my mate, he would have. I know it. But they will be back, and soon. I wonder what my mate is thinking right this instance. Is he with his group of demented fools with the drive to kill me? Or does he have a private life he enjoys, with a lover and so much more?