Romans & histoires Don't Lose Your Way Kill La Kill

“This is the handiwork of the axyon, isn't it?’’ “It is. He's getting numb, which means it's been a while since he got injected. Now, we need the blood straight in his flesh to nullify the effects. I think that might work.’’ I pulled my sleeves and almost sliced into my wrist but once again, Lea stopped me. “What the hell is it this time?’’ I snap at her. “I may have allowed you to ignore Héctor's insistence about not saving the man but I won't let you ignore him and slit your wrist again. Go for your palm instead.’’ I roll my eyes, choosing not to argue and just do as she says. I've had to slit my wrist a number of times and just once out of the many times, I accidentally slit too deep. But

"Unfortunately, our True Dragon Academy only has one word for our enemy..." "Kill!" Zephyr Khan's voice was loud and domineering, full of endless killing intent!

My bed space was quite comfy with my huge teddy bear right on the bed, and my pink and white bed sheets were well tucked into the bed. I took my AirPods and listened to "Waves" by Ella Kess. Ella was my favorite artist, Dad bought all her records and I derived joy from her lyrics. She died at the age of 79, old and happy, her lyrics forever live on. "You think the world doesn't need you, do you feel alone, get a better view that you are what the world needs, you're loved" I sang heartily. Ella Kess was my idol, her songs were interesting with a sweet melody and rhythm. If she was here, I would hug her tightly and let her know she is a lifesaver. I mumbled the lyrics and laughed, for some rea

/Crack! Finally, I couldn't bear the pain any longer and fell weak to the ground. Dorian had not lied about his intent to kill Cassian. Immediately after finishing his speech, filled with anger and hatred towards his brother, Dorian stabbed Cassian in the abdomen with his sharp sword, causing Cassian's body to collapse and lose a significant amount of blood. /Step. Step. Step./ I began to lose breath, and amidst the unbearable pain, I could still hear the sound of footsteps beside my head.

My own words sounded foreign to me, as if they were coming from a place beyond my control, from the very heart of the beast that had been unleashed. “No way...” Brandon’s disbelief was evident, his voice trembling as he spoke. But my grip on the blade tightened, the leather of my gloves creaking under the pressure. “I'm going to kill you,” I declared, each word dripping with venom that matched the red hue of my stained hands. “Slowly.”

As a child who was longing for his father’s love, he had no choice but to do as I instructed. “But mother, how can I kill him?” he asked. “Ace loves you, and he isn’t on guard with you around him. You can easily carry out the task of killing him.” My poor baby followed my instructions, but he never returned. That devil killed my son and got me locked up in this creepy place. They took away my assigned maids. Nobody knew Joy was still sneaking here to see me. That little girl was my hidden weapon to destroy them all. *** Present day.

With a loud, furious scream, I rushed directly at her, launching my body forward as I lunged the weapon straight toward her head. Elda didn't even flinch. She simply tilted her neck to the left side with a smooth, effortless motion, letting the heavy rod slice through empty air just inches from her ear. Refusing to back down, I quickly recovered and swung the stick in a wide, horizontal arc, aiming directly for her waist. But she anticipated the move perfectly; she leaped lightly into the air, her boots clearing the weapon completely as it swept harmlessly beneath her.

“DUFFER” “SO WHAT D’ YA SAY, GUYS ?” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “LOUDER !! THEY CAN’T HEAR YA !!!!!” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !”

“This is about justice. About what they did to us. I don’t care what it takes.” “You don’t care?” she whispered, eyes filling with emotion. “You’d pretend to fall in love with him—just to kill him?” “This is the only way. I’ve trained my whole life for this. Lucien has to die.” Silence stretched between us. Then Lydia stepped forward, her voice soft and scared. “If you do this and they find out—” “They won’t,” I said quickly. Evelyn’s fists clenched. “Then we’re going with you.”

he said. "I am thinking about the first soul," she said. "The 1423 iteration. She went into that ballroom without any of this. No knowledge transfer. No document. No bridge." She paused. "She just had the fragment and a room full of people and a man in a grey coat who was supposed to kill her and chose not to." She looked at Dorian. "He redirected the entity's force toward himself to protect her and he died doing it and the entity took that death and built six hundred years of a weapon out of it." "Not this time," Dorian said.