Ending Of Kill La Kill Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Kill didn't kill the elders and pups, don't worry. He still has a heart, and makes sure they have a new pack to join in. But the rest, he himself burned them. Alive or not." "That's impossible," I murmured. There's no way that really did happen. My mind was fighting over it because Kat was talking about it right now. And every other continental packs knew about Quillon and what he did. That suddenly made it more true. "Is that why you call him 'Kill'? Because he kill werewolves?" "No!" Kat laughed, landing another slap on my shoulder. Okay, I think I'm getting used to her violence. "He was already called Kill when I met him. It was his childhood nickname."

Kerious verbalizes and all of them laugh. They all stopped and looked at each other. "I pity you!" They all said in chorus then laughed. How to kill friends?

K rolled her eyes at Laura, squeezing her mom's hand as if telling her that it's time for her to leave already. Akerman. Laura's face changed. Her pupils dilated, and her heart started to rapidly beat against her chest. Akerman. "Bye, mom!" K muttered, and was already off to leave the boarding area. "I love you!" She called out as she disappeared with the crowd. Laura remained stood still from where she was. Tears streamed down her from her eyes again - this time, they weren't happy tears. There was a reason Jesse looked so familiar, she thought. Akerman.

‘It's not that easy to kill you, Nala. Was she right? Was there a way I could survive this? Was there a way I could fight the pain I felt? I sucked in a shallow breath and then another one. I refused to scream. I refused to die like this. I couldn't let him win. I couldn't let THEM win...

my brother taunts. I’m going to kill Kier.

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

"I killed him." The words landed heavily.

“Killiαn...” I didn’t even know how to breαthe. Shit. Shit. Shit.

All the hatred I’d felt for myself had been redirected to him. “You know what I mean.” “If we’re in the same room together, I’ll kill you.” “Not if you ever want Killian’s bones back.” “You already told me who has them.” “And now they’re mine,” he said. “And I’ll never tell you where I’ve buried them unless we speak.”

Eduardo taunted with a smile His fingers were beginning to tremble so much his gun fell on the floor Eduardo let out another mocking laugh "Can't do it huh? Tch, no matter how much you hate me. You can never kîll me . You know why... don't ya "Eduardo laughed dryly wheeling himself towards the bar "One day I'll kîll. Your death will be slow.. I'll kîll you one day Eduardo. I'll be the one to end you. One day, just one day "Eros muttered with balled fists