Romans & histoires Everyone In My Family Has Killed Someone Characters

“Do you and your mother have to kill people all the time?” He looks at me with no known emotion on his face and replies. “We only do this to people that aren’t part of the family, those that are against the family, and those that betray us. And besides Tara, everyone that is born will surely die, we are just a quicker approach to those that seek death.” He then turns away to stay at the window like someone thinking of various things. How the hell was he able to say such a thing with a straight face? And besides I wasn’t seeking death! so why were they trying to kill me if I ran away from the mansion?

I watched the last sort of humanity I had left burn with it. Killian and whoever killed them were going to pay, with blood and pain. I would not make death easy for them. He sat down close to me, watching the fire burn. “I'm so sorry, man,” he said, and squeezed my hand a little bit. I shook my head. “Killian killed my family, Hunter. He had single-handedly whipped my whole family. The only one cared about in this world. He is going to regret it,” I said in a calm, morbid tone.

I stared at him with a shocked expression. He..... He didn't just do that. "Did you go to Sparrow Pack?" I asked calmly and he hummed. "I finally killed him and his stupid family." He said and I froze. What I was scared of finally happened. He killed them. I no longer have a family. "You never had one, to begin with," Carla whispered. But I saw them as my family. "You... You killed them." I stammered. He turned his face so that he was staring into my eyes and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"But you do realize Jaris had to kill him? Caden was never going to stop. He's always been a problem; would've never stopped being one." "I know! But it doesn't change the fact that this family is messed up! My little niece who I love so much turned out to be a Siphon who killed my mother. My brothers hated each other so much that one eventually killed the other." Her voice cracked. "I watched it happen. I begged him not to, but he didn't listen. He killed him." Sniffling, she wiped her face. "While I don't exactly blame Jaris for what he did, I can't get over the fact that we're fucked in the head. From my mother to me. The Dreadmoors have always been fucked."

“The beta will kill me.” “Do you like the beta so much?” “I am one of his people. It’s only normal that I want to make him better. I did not want him to die.” “Unlike me?” I asked. He shook his head. “You don’t have the guts to kill someone.” “I killed my family,” I stated. He looked at me hard, before he responded, “I know the truth. You did not kill them.” I smiled bitterly. “Why do all of you think I did not kill them?”

"You destroyed my brother. You killed my mother. Do you think I care about some boy? I wish you'd been left to die. When Mom brought you home as a baby, she said you wouldn't survive without us, and I've always wished she hadn't saved you. I'm going to kill everyone here, then burn this place to the ground, starting with you." Jenny gasped from the pain, her mind racing for a way out. She struggled to sit up, but Jessica planted a boot on her shoulder, forcing her back down. Kneeling, she pressed the pistol barrel into Jenny's mouth. The cold metal tasted of gunpowder, and a flash of memory of Julius overwhelmed her. Meeting Jessica's crazed gaze, Jenny began to laugh, realizing the madness

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

I was Liliana Moretti, daughter of one of Black Harbor's mafia families. I had always been gentle, soft-spoken, and afraid of almost everything. I would not even touch a gun. My sister was the exact opposite. Alessandra Moretti was everything I wasn't—smart, capable, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. Once she drew a gun, she never missed. Every mafia family in Black Harbor feared Alessandra. At 22, she took 12 men and seized back Pier Seven, a territory half the city had been fighting over. Three years later, our family's territory had doubled. Even our father knew when to shut up around her. One look from Alessandra was enough. Then she died. Four years later, my father's illegitimate daughter, G

“You think I hated you before? Now? I don’t know what’s stopping me from killing you right now.” “Why aren’t you?” I murmured. “Do you know what it is like to wake up and discover your entire family and legacy has been wiped out? You who was once Don Alessio Moretti is simply now Don of dead bodies.” I met his stare. “You picked the wrong person to ask that, Don Alessio.” “You see, that’s the thing. My family retaliated. Yours was simply an act of wickedness.” he said. “Oh, I buried so many Morettis, I lost count. So many kitchen staff and busboys, mindlessly killed.”

He walked over to them and grabbed the man who spoke, snapping his neck abruptly. “I don’t know if the Rockefeller family would be destroyed, but you Millers are going to meet your demise now!” Boom- He then released his mental realm, surrounding them as he started the slaughter. In just a few moments, there was only one member of the family alive. It was an elderly woman. She seemed like the leader. Seeing her people die in such a horrid death, the woman turned pale, and her eyes widened in horror. She couldn’t believe Alex would dare to kill the entire Miller family in broad daylight.