Don't Lose Your Way Kill La Kill Novels & Stories

He cleared his throat and muttered, “Sorry about that. That wasn’t the right thing to say.” “No sh*t.” Kelissa hissed with no remorse. After another moment, she said, “Not all is lost. I can still win.” Lord Kylton was about to ask how but chose to remain silent when his wife gave a slight shake of her head. Lady Kylton cleared her throat and asked gently, “What do you want us to do now, Kelly?” Without hesitation, Kelissa said in a low voice, “We have to kill her. It’s the only way to make Xandar available again. It’s the only way I can mark him after he marks me.”

"Kill his will of life." "Kill him."

The energy ate through its fur. Then its skin. Then its bone. The wolf dissolved into gray dust while still running. Its momentum carried the dust forward. It scattered into the wind. Silence fell over the clearing. The wolf Lycian was fighting had stopped struggling. It stared at the pile of dust that used to be its brother. Lycian snapped the first wolf's neck. CRACK. He dropped the body. He looked at Arielle. He looked at the pinned wolf under her hand. He looked at the dust on the wind.

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

“Chloe, we’ll take you to the hospital right now. We won’t let anything happen to you!” Just as I pushed them away, preparing to face death, several familiar figures suddenly ran toward me at full speed. It was my mother, my brother, and my best friend from the other world. System: [Host, new target candidates have appeared. Do you want to restart the mission?] “Start it…” I used up my last bit of strength to speak. In the next second, my vision cleared, and all the pain in my body vanished. System: [Congratulations, Host. The affection levels of all three targets have reached 100%. Preparing to return to the original world.]

"the world doesn't favour the weak people. The weak gets broken over and over again till they die." "Then make me strong. I don't want to die." Killian was determined.

This time, I was done with him for good. "See you never, Anthony." The End

Another message. You killed the wrong sister.

The killer giggled, "Have fun being delusional ~" ~ KL •Season One• R18GB