F Marry Kill Generator Novels & Stories

I could not meet his eyes. “So it is,” he said, voice breaking. “You’re really doing this to us because of her? Skye, she’s gone. She died when you were nineteen. You’re twenty-four now. That was five years ago—” “But her killers are still out there walking free,” I cut in. My voice shook hard and rose. “They didn’t die like my mother. The system did nothing. She was the only parent we had. We never even knew our dad. You know the whole story. Every night I close my eyes and I still see her face. I still hear her voice telling me to be strong. And you think I can just accept it and move on? Never! I can’t sleep knowing they’re laughing somewhere while she’s in the ground.”

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

Vevina didn’t understand how that would have worked out but she asked, “Okay so what do I have to do for you to forgive me?” “Kill him. Just like how I killed her, kill him. There shouldn’t be another man alive in this world who has touched you. I am the only one for you, Vevina.” Somehow feeling happy at his words and dark expression Vevina took the broken glass piece and walking towards Brad’s almost unconscious body she brought him up and then stabbing the piece in his neck she said; “Now we are even, right?”

he muttered. I couldn't believe my ears as I heard that. I had finally died and here was nothing else obstructing him from transferring my inheritance to his name. Wasn't that enough for him to be convinced I was never returning and for him to throw a befitting memorial service for my baby and I? Was he still concerned about my inheritance and my next of kin a few minutes after I died from his refusal to sign a C-section consent form? Victoria leaned towards him and they locked lips in a passionate kiss. Jared's hands roamed over her body with his fingers tracing the curves of her waist and hips. As they kissed, he pulled her closer and slid his hands under her skirt.

“We sleep separately. For now.” “For now?” she echoed. He stepped closer. Too close. She didn’t flinch. “I know you’re wondering what really happened to your father,” he said, voice low. “So let me tell you this — he wasn’t the man you thought he was.” Ariella’s jaw clenched. “You killed him.” He tilted his head, curious. “That’s what you want to believe.” Her nails dug into her palm. “Why the marriage, then? Why not just kill me too?”

Trained. He’s done this before. Another shot split the air. It tore through the wall two feet from her face. Aria crawled behind the heavy oak bookshelf, breathing hard, heart slamming against her ribs like a trapped bird. Killian fired twice out the window fast, controlled, a rhythm that said don’t get closer. “I thought this place was off-grid!” Aria shouted. “It was.” He ducked behind a kitchen counter, grabbed a burner phone, smashed it underfoot. “You led them here?”

CHAPTER 1 Cassie If you told me 2 months ago, that the man that murdered my parents in cold blood would buy me as his sex slave, I wouldn’t have believed you. And if you had told me that the same man would be my mate, I would have punched you. But here we are…. Maybe this was a sign from the godess that I was meant to kill him and avenge the death of my parents. Yes. No matter the cost, I will kill Alpha Jake.

Marcus reasoned. "No, you have an option. I already impregnated your wife. Is that baby not enough?" Frank yelled at him. "It was, but due to circumstances, my wife and I want a backup child?" He replied and ordered him to take a seat. "A what?" Frank was confused "In simple terms, let's say your mother wants to pass that bakery to you, but you suddenly die or you get imprisoned for raping someone's wife," Frank explained. "She will have the option of passing it to Sarah or Angel," he explained.

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.