Novel & Cerita Find What You Love Let It Kill You

Cole replied. 'yeah,I know lemme put a call through the manager and inform him' Leonard said. ******* Tracy tossed, ruffles her hair in an ecstatic manner ,waiting anxiously for her mini laptop to load the profile of whom she had just searched for. The pain of having your only family murdered is more than a scar in the skin. She had promised to get revenge for Emily so she had carried out a research on the assassin which she's yet to discover who he's. Her brow rose skeptically as she zoomed the picture her research had provided.

I know this isn't the first time I have said those words aloud, but it feels so deeper and more meaningful than the other times I have said it. The words feel so right. So real. “I love you, Layla Kavros.” My confession feels like the only thing I am so sure of in this world. “I fucking love you with all my heart and everything I have to give. And I am going to kill the bastard who did this to you. I’m going to make sure he never breathes again. That no one like him ever rises again.” I kiss her forehead, my lips lingering there longer than a couple seconds before I pull away.

“Love does not kill like this.” James said nothing. “That is not what love is.” The voice got quieter, not louder, which somehow made it land harder. “Love is what those two alphas has for me. That is love — something that sees you and chooses you and doesn’t need you to be the only one of your kind to feel safe. That is love. What you feel—” a pause, and I felt this moment through the bones of my dreaming self, felt the weight of it settling into something permanent, “—is obsession. That’s what this is. Obsession. And obsession dressed in the right words still kills people.”

Joker POV **Contains scenes similar to last chapters** “Hunt them, kill them, tear them apart. The hunt is my love, the kill is my art,” I chant, the words like a drumbeat in my head. With each kill, I feel myself slippin’ further, losin’ control, but I don’t care. The only thin’ that matters is Krystie. Findin’ her. Savin’ her. Tearin’ this house apart until she’s safe.

Everything, all of what he did to me and keeps doing, came crashing to the surface and I got pissed, really pissed. "F**k your rules, Killian! You're a psycho f**ker with the blackest heart, and you can't see past your nose to care about the feelings of others. You're like aids. You hide in the shadows and feed on the life force of your victims. You present a sweet face and it's all hot and steamy until your victim realised that you've f**ked them over and left them to die, while you search for someone else to kill."

You are so much more than the sum of your losses. Here's what I want for you: I want you to go to MIT. I want you to build incredible things. I want you to make friends and go to parties and get drunk sometimes (but not too often, and never when you're driving Persephone). I want you to look after Midnight, because he's going to miss me too. I want you to check on May occasionally, she'll never ask for help, but she'll need it. And someday, not now, not soon, but someday, I want you to fall in love again.

"Why? 'Cause I'm right for thinking she's the reason?" "Stop it," Sean hissed. "You're supposed to hate that bitch, Sean, after what she and her family did." she pushed. "I said stop, Elodie." His tolerance was wearing thin. "Then make me understand. If you want me to stop, make me understand!" He extinguished the cigarette on Elodie's exquisitely polished mahogany bedside table making the girl frown even more. "I hate her, never you doubt that. I owe you no more explanation. Still, no one touches my prey except me 'cause only I know how I want it dead."

Caroline hissed, “How could you choose *her*?” Dylan’s hand shook as he uncorked the vial. “Because Ironclaw believes I love her least. They won’t guard her fiercely.” He downed the antidote; green fire slid down his throat. He wheezed, “I’ll free her soon as we regroup.” Caroline’s eyes flashed. “So you admit you love me more?” “Caroline—” Dylan’s gaze slid to Ophelia, who hovered by the entrance, cloak still clutched. “Give us a moment.”

He is my soul, my everything, without whom I won’t be alive. Please don’t hate him because of me. He never came in between us. When you fall in love, Aashi, you will understand the fear of losing a loved one is greater than the fear of losing your life. You will go to any extent to keep that smile intact on their face even though you are dying inside bit by bit.

the assistant ventured cautiously, "there were wounds on her body. It looks like someone brought her in for surgery before she died. I haven't had time to investigate the details, but something doesn't add up. Two days ago, she even asked me to help her prepare an anniversary gift for you. She planned to spend the day with you—this sudden accident doesn't make sense. I suspect..." "Someone killed her?" Allen's voice turned icy. His fingers clenched around the medical records, knuckles white with tension. "Find out everything. How did she get to the hospital? Who took her to the operating room? I want answers. Every detail. Whoever harmed Mia—I won't let them go." Without waiting for a reply,