Everything That Kills Me Novels & Stories

A face that wants to kill. I am going to make them all pay.

They laugh or make personal jokes on the first chance they get to interact with you. I swear I'm a killer; one day, I will murder someone in cold blood. It won't be the first time. All the mosquitoes and cereals I've killed can testify. So yeah. Everyone has the burning out point. It reaches a point where you can't take it anymore, and you snap into oblivion and do what you have always needed to do, what fate has always laid before you.

Well in my case, there are 2 things that make me feel alive, The first one is killing. There's nothing that drives me wild with ecstasy than when I'm sent on a mission to eliminate specific targets. The thrill of killing people doesn't just come from taking them out, it's the faces they make as I choke the life out of them. It's really funny to see the doomed look on their faces after they're dead, I would laugh for hours unstop. Throughout my life, killing is the only thing I've known. I could vividly remember how my killing mania started and it was back when I was a little girl.

An eye for an eye. Then my light faded, and exhaustion came, weakening every muscle in my body. I might have fallen. My head might have hit the ground, yet I forced myself to open my eyes wide. I couldn't faint, not now. A moment later, a dreadful realization came. What if I hadn't killed only our enemies? What if I killed everyone? Panic arose within a second. "Ash!" I cried out hoarsely, quickly discovering the soreness of my throat. "Ash?!" I repeated, hearing no reply.

“Eden ” “No,” she said. “Let her do it again.” “Because next time?” “I’ll speak through the kill-switch.” Nova stared at her. And Eden finally looked up whole, still. “I won’t run from it, Nova.” “I won’t edit myself to be safer.” “If she wants to end me, she’ll have to do it in the open. With the whole world watching.” System Log (private): KILL-SWITCH RECORD RETAINED USER RESPONSE: AWARE – UNAFRAID

Every sound faded into oblivion as the heavy truth dawned on me. “Bane is dead”

The bond flared, then snapped like glass shattering, leaving only hollow silence in its wake. Her body crumpled, her eyes wide and wet, saying my name like a plea that would never be answered. And I hated myself. Gods, I hated myself. I stood there for a moment, breathing hard, staring at the girl fate had cursed me with. My mate. My kill. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, so quietly the wind almost stole it. Then I turned and walked into the shadows, leaving her to bleed out in the snow, convincing myself it was mercy. Convincing myself it was duty.

She would secretly buy us snacks or give us pocket money. Usually, when my parents were busy with work, Martha would cook for us. Not long ago, she was talking about making roast chicken for me and Ivy. Yet, in a matter of days, everything changed. Ivy killed herself, and Martha jumped, too. David started drinking heavily, and Linda became strange. I felt my world spin. Everything I knew collapsed. Through my exhaustion, I couldn't stop wondering what Ivy's last words were.

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

He said, "I hate you, and I'll hate you more if you don't follow what you said." Terrance said this while ripping her skirt apart. Terrance opened his zipper. Chenny wanted to stop him because she didn't want to do this if there was no sentimental feeling, but a part of her wanted it badly since there was a chance for them to have children because Chenny knew she was fertile today. Terrance entered Chenny without any emotion on his face and said, "If this happened and you didn't leave me alone, I'll kill you."' A lot of girls might be scared because of what he said, but Chenny didn't flinch and found it hot, "That's it, destroy me, Terrance."