Dolly Kill Kill Novels & Stories

she yelled in so much anger that her office shook, her assistant was visibly scared of the Jennie she was seeing right now. " Ma'am, I think we should hold a press conference to clarify all this, we both know it's a lie," Dolly said, trying to make her feel better. " Yes, after all I didn't kill any of them. Rocky did". She was the kind of person to sacrifice someone else for her selfish gain. " I will tell Jason to prepare for the press conference" Dolly said and briskly walked out of the office. " I won't let this be the end of me, I am Jennie Wilson, the best of the best" she muttered under her breath in anger as she grabbed her phone and quickly called Rocky.

Olivia was in no mood to argue with John. “Let go of me!” “Tell me!” John had no plans to let her go just like that. The grip he had on her arm tightened further as he bellowed, “Why? Why do you want Dolly dead so badly?” “John, you’re hurting me.” “So, you know what pain is? Dolly slit her wrist! She tried to kill herself! Do you know that?” Did Dolly attempt suicide?

“That Knoxx never ever even noticed me.” Her eyes glisten. For a second, I think she’s going to cry. Then she turns away. “Maybe I should’ve just let them finish the job,” she mutters. “What job?” Dolly doesn’t answer. My stomach turns. “Were they supposed to kill me?” She stays quiet. I try again. “Did you tell them to?” Silence. “Dolly,” I say, voice low. “There’s still time to stop this. You can still undo this before it gets worse.”

Aside from the fact that the photo looked much more explicit than she had anticipated, Dolly had sent another message that wrote, ‘Come and get it…’ There was a brief, awkward silence for a while… but that silence was broken when Xavia furiously yelled, “I…! I’m killing you, Dolly…!” Instantly going pale, Dolly replied, “H-hold on! I-I admit that it’s my mistake! Please don’t unleash your wrath upon me…!”

And that was even in New York, human territory. “Tell me, Olive. Do you have anything to do with Jonathan's death? You were in The Vrek Cult and you said you were one of the best. Then definitely you were sent to kill him because he's not one to easily go down,” Dolly rasped. She was out of breath but was still managing to talk fast. “I had nothing to do with it, Dolly. I was sixteen years old six years ago. I was not permitted to go on solo missions yet,” Olive said calmly. She was both embarrassed and worried.

They took a detour and she only hit the brakes after they were far away from reach and hidden behind trees. She pulled off her mask, took a loaded pistol and opened the side door. Her heart sank. Dolly crouched at a corner, still shaking. “It's ok Dolly. You're safe now.” She assured her. Dolly stood up, her legs still wobbly. Then her eyes landed on the gun her friend held. Tears welled in her eyes. Her big grey eyes were cast down, “Are you going to kill me?” She asked her friend.

“Okay. Later today, when everyone’s here, we’ll be having a meeting about the acquisition of a hotel in Palermo. Ricci’s hotel. You can do your research about them so you know them if you dont” The name hit me like a blade sliding under the skin. Of course i know Ricci’s hotel. Carlos Ricci. The last man I killed about a week ago. My pen hovered over the notepad, and for the briefest second my hand stilled before I forced it back into motion, my expression carefully neutral. “Understood sir” I replied evenly, as though the name meant nothing, as though the memories of that night weren’t clawing at the edges of my composure.

"Fiona, I know you're hurting, but you have to pull yourself together. From the clues we have, Ivy's last note is the key. You need to tell us what it said." I was on the verge of breaking down. I grabbed my head and screamed. "I don't know! I really don't know!" If I could, I'd do anything to find out what Ivy wrote. Why did my father and grandmother both kill themselves after reading it? Right then, Linda arrived in a hurry. She accepted David's suicide very calmly, showing no emotion. She stood at the riverbank and answered the police's question.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

[Looks like the supporting female lead, Jessie Love, got lucky and passed the first stage, but the top scorer is destined to be the female lead, Rachel Sharp. Jessie's just a side character. She surely can't pass through the second stage.] [What a pity! If only Jessie's results were a little worse, she wouldn't have been written into a certain-death ending.] [Dude, there's nothing to pity. If Jessie doesn't die, how could Rachel be the top scorer? If Rachel doesn't become the top scorer, how will she overcome the obstacles from the family of the male lead, Timothy Handler, and end up with him?]