Everything That Kills Me Novels & Stories

Instead, my thoughts wandered to the things I left unfinished—the manuscript I hadn't completed before my death, the kitten that had just regained its vitality, and the child that had died inside me, never fully formed, never to see the light of day. Arianna's shrill voice snapped me back to the moment. "Vincent! Don't you dare slander me!" Her voice trembled, filled with outrage. "Where's the proof? You have no evidence! I'll sue you for defamation!"

He slipped and was about to fall off the cliff. However, he grabbed my hand and begged me. “Don’t let go! I’m begging you. I don’t want to die!” I found that ridiculous. “Didn’t you want to kill me just now?” Of course, he would not admit that. He hurriedly shook his head. “No, dear. Don’t worry. I never wanted to kill you. I was just joking.” I watched him indifferently. “This is your last chance. Otherwise, I could always let you fall. No one will know if someone dies here, right?”

Kai An onslaught of morbid emotions corrodes every cell in my body, and I think my humanity must have broken from how murderous I'm seething. I leaned back in my chair, arsenic flooding my veins, with the smoky sting of nicotine fogging my senses. I had killed once in self-defense, but maybe it was time to rekindle old sins. Not with survival, but taking my time, slow and steady, and picking out every strand of arteries inside those motherf**kers, until they bleed dry, and arranging their bones in alphabetical order.

I am the Luna of the Red Moon Pack. Yet, when my daughter died, she didn't even get a proper burial shroud. She was thrown at my feet—skin and bones, covered in wounds. As a werewolf of the rare Astolpho bloodline, I faked my death ten years ago. To keep the pack safe, I entered the Moon Goddess Sanctuary, using my bloodline to protect their future. Ten years later, with only two months left until I could leave the Sanctuary, I dreamed of reuniting with my mate and my pups. But my daughter, Anna, was dead. Only then did I learn the truth. Shortly after I left, my mate, Alaric, brought home a girl named Stella, claiming she was his adopted daughter. To keep Stella happy, Alaric smashed the ke

He knew what he made me do. I fucking killed a guy... I fucking killed a guy... I fucking killed a guy... I kept on chanting the words in my mind, hoping it was all a dream.

he questioned, panting heavily drenched in confusion as tears streamed down my face, my entire body convulsing as the reality sank in, crushing, unbearable I choked on my sobs, my lips trembling. “Erebus…” My voice was barely a whisper. “He’s dead.” Kade stiffened. His breath hitched.I lifted my bloodstained hands, staring at them blankly before looking back at him. My voice broke. “I killed him, Kade.” And then, I shattered completely.

Meera ~ "You killed me, Meera. You didn't care for my love, you killed me, ruined every happy aspect of my life, now it's time you die and rot in hell". I felt my breath got stuck in my chest, and I couldn't breath, all I could see and hear was my sister's voice who is hell bent on killing me. Tears streamed down from the corner of my eyes, I couldn't breathe, I tried to remove the hand which was choking me but I failed.

I hate him for taking everything from me. And when I’m free and I know who he is, I will take everything from him. That is the only thing that keeps me even marginally sane. Thinking of all the ways that I will kill him. All the tortures that I will put him through. How I will flay him alive. Cut off his fingers. Toes. Hell, any bits that stick out from his body. And I’ll feed them to him. Raw. Cooked.

I roll the ground, attaching mud all over my body. She runs towards me as I rolled on the ground like a wire-struck bird in excruciating pain. "I killed him! I killed my lover, mama!! I killed him!" I scream to the skies. The memory of him falling to his death over the cliff haunts me every time I try to blink. Mother shouts at me to get ahold of myself. I couldn't. I couldn't manage the pressure. "Kill me, mother! Let me go to him! Is everyone happy now!? They took everything from me!!"

Shouldn’t you be released from pain once you die? But why the fuck do I feel this slicing pain inside my chest for every second passing by? It’s almost equally destructive as the rage burning my insides. It feels fucking ridiculous that I’d thought I was in a rage when I witnessed Gia’s and Drake’s betrayal. Because if that was rage, then what is this? I don’t want to kill someone. I want to kill everyone. I want to destroy the world. I fucking want to rip their eyes out of their sockets if their gazes ever fall on those nudes pictures of Cheska.