Elmo Killing Barney Novels & Stories

Over my dead body. You my cute Elmo.. you're mine

He was holding a steaming cup of coffee as if it were a shield between us. "You’re early," I said, my voice like a serrated blade. "Come in. Close the door." Elias frowned, his protective instincts flaring as he sensed the shift in the atmosphere. He stepped inside, the click of the heavy oak door sounding final, sealing us into the pressurized cabin of the study. "What happened? Did Barret have a heart attack from pure spite? Or did the orchids die of boredom?" "Quite the opposite," I said ignoring his sarcasm ,opening the monitor and turning it toward him.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

He’d reached for it—stupidly, innocently —smiling like it was a toy. “Baron, don’t,” I snapped. He ignored me. The snake struck. Fast. I grabbed him by the back of his collar and yanked him so hard he fell into me. The snake missed his hand by inches. I didn’t think — I just reacted. I grabbed the nearest stick and smashed the creature until it stopped moving. Baron burst into tears. Not from fear. But because I had killed it. “It was alive,” he cried. “You didn’t have to kill it…”

I would rather die than stoop so low as to drink water from a dog bowl. “Drink, beast.” Barry said as he passed the bowl through the bars of the cage by tilting it sideways. I decided to teach him a lesson. I moved fast before he could withdraw and I heard the boss shout a warning but it was too late. I grabbed one of Barry’s hands that was on my side of the bar and wrapped the other hand around his neck through the bars despite the burning silver. I knew I didn’t have the strength to crush his throat and kill him right now but a warning would suffice. The predator in me delighted in the absolute fear on Barry’s face as I pressed his face into the bars and growled in his face.

"No. No. But Barbara threatened to kill Lydia and the rest of the pregnant moms if she refused to jump off the cliff." "I'm sorry." He begs, not daring to lift up his head. "I watch her sink into the water, and her body washes downstream." Emma can't swim. She isn't going to live. "Kill him!" I hear Jordy's angry roar. Warriors rush to obey his order. The screaming voice and begging cries pierced my ears. I don't say a word. My heart has broken into a million pieces. This is the worst nightmare of my life. I gonna kill Barbara, she murdered my mate.

I giggle as Eli lunges for Baron, he dodges and dashed outside with us behind them. "What do you think will happen if he catches him?" I ask Julia who shuffled beside me, her faced flushed. "Kill him, then probably kill me." She muttered making me snicker. "Sounds about right." I watched amusingly as Eli chased and terrified yet cackling Baron. "When I catch you!" Eli growled as he started shifting. I sighed before stepping down the stairs and walking between the fight. Larkin skidded to a stop, his breathing labored while he huffed. His black eyes stared dead into Baron's soul, but I stepped between his sight. His eyes fell on me and they softened. I reached my arms up and ran my hands thro

He didn't turn around. The Healer wiped sweat from his forehead. "The Luna is bleeding. We can't stop it. We need Lady Elara's tears." He turned around and said: "Cry." I didn't move. He crossed the room and took my jaw in his hand. "I said — cry." My eyes were dry. Elves do not cry on command. Especially not after the True Mate Bond has been severed by his own hand. I didn't have enough feeling left in me to make a tear.

She tried to keep her hand from shaking as they turned their attention back to her. “If those mutts get through my son’s barrier they will not stop to ask questions. They will shred us all. Do you want to end up like your parents?” Elly was stunned at Jonah’s question. “How dare you!” Amber stepped forward but Elly grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. “You manipulative piece of sh—“