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I'd rather die Than give up the fight

I love Khalid to the thinest of my bone, and I couldn't watch lost him. I will make sure he's mine. No matter what he has to me mine. I don't care what happened or how it happens. Khalid is mine and will always be mine, ever if I had to kill for him. A smirks dance by the corner of my lips. As I stare at myself in the mirror. "I can kill for you Khalid"

She didn't miss a beat as she turned to look at me. "It's Jamaican reggae." What the fuck, she fucks with the yardies too? I walked over and picked up the iPod. Somebody named Bounty Killer was ranting about war; probably another murdering fuck like her. That song ended and another guy was now ranting about shooting people in front of police stations. I guess this was her getting ready routine.

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

Nothing was missing from her house; they had taken nothing but her parents. She vowed to find the killers herself and get revenge for her parent’s deaths. She was always cooped up in her room listening to the only song that could make sense to her. ‘Praying’ by Kesha Well, you almost had me fooled Told me that I was nothing without you Oh, but after everything you've done I can thank you for how strong I have become 'Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell

I killed him! ***

by Kesha. I don't need you or your brand-new Benz Or your bougie friends I don't need love, looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds I'ma get, get (get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy) I'ma get, get (get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, oh!) You can't imagine the immensity of the fuck I'm not giving about your money And manservant and the mansion you live in And I don't wanna go places where all my ladies can't get in…...

Edward’s head snapped up. His face was no longer just arrogant; it was monstrous. The veins in his neck pulsed with a dark, predatory violet. "You've finally crossed the line, Sonya," he hissed, his voice vibrating with a killing intent I knew all too well from my past life. "I gave you a roof, and you repay us by attacking the only woman I love? You want to leave? Fine. But you’ll leave with a reminder of what happens when you touch what is mine."

“This is about justice. About what they did to us. I don’t care what it takes.” “You don’t care?” she whispered, eyes filling with emotion. “You’d pretend to fall in love with him—just to kill him?” “This is the only way. I’ve trained my whole life for this. Lucien has to die.” Silence stretched between us. Then Lydia stepped forward, her voice soft and scared. “If you do this and they find out—” “They won’t,” I said quickly. Evelyn’s fists clenched. “Then we’re going with you.”

I bit my lip hard, my voice shaking uncontrollably: "Kieran, are you just going to let Owen act so recklessly!" "Just like last time when you nearly killed my mother, now you want to kill me too!"