Novel & Cerita First Kill Fanfiction

And from the inside: a story about what it meant to be loved past the point where love was supposed to stop, and what you did with the life that love gave you back. She began to type. Not carefully. Not with the composed attention she brought to documents that were going somewhere specific. She typed the way she had written in the journals before Eric stole them — for herself, into the space where the true version lived, the version that didn't require management or framing or the careful selection of what to show. She typed: *I died once. And everything that happened after is a story worth telling.* She looked at the sentence. She typed the next one. And the one after.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

Kathy yelled over the howls of her pack members. “I didn’t know the slut went out on assassin missions. What? You need this many people to kill one human?” Kathy paused, her words catching in her throat at my insult. “Be kind to me, okay?” I said, aiming my first bomb right at her. “I am a human after all.” As the bomb detonated, all hell broke loose.

Every time I asked, she would tell me the money was in a fixed-term deposit, that we were working toward "financial freedom" And I had believed her. Behind the gleaming title of a million-dollar annual salary, I lived like a beggar hiding in the shadows. I gave her all my trust and money, yet in the end, she let me die in agony on a hospital bed. The chicken soup she had brewed countless times now carried the scent of deceit. As I gazed into the feigned worry and tenderness in Myra's eyes, I suddenly let out a low laugh. The sound was so cold it felt foreign even to me.

A story where love was as fatal as any blade. And I wasn’t just in it. I was inside the body of a girl who—if the book’s events held true—was fated to die before the first act even ended. Her death was the spark that ignited the blood feud. A single corpse to justify centuries of slaughter. In other words… me. Again. I’d already died once. I wasn’t going to let it happen a second time.

“I’d take you outside, and I’d hold you so close to me.” “Yes?” “I’d take my knife . . . ” “The First Kill knife?” “Yes. The First Kill knife. I’d slip it under your ribs into your heart, like you did to Renan.” Her lips made an O. “Or perhaps into your lungs from behind. Hold you in my arms and—” “Stab me in the back?” “It doesn’t sound nearly as romantic that way.” “It isn’t.”

I crawled toward the window and looked out at the moon, and I prayed that Fantine was as good an assassin as Father thought she was, because if she didn't finish the job tonight, Selene was going to make sure none of us lived to see the morning. The wind picked up and rattled the glass and I could hear the sound of a car engine starting in the driveway, and I knew that my sister was headed for the university with a heart full of malice and a secret that could destroy everything we had worked for. I reached for my backup tablet hidden in the ceiling tiles and waited for the screen to flicker to life, and I saw a single notification from an unknown sender that made my blood run cold because it

He stood there as if he was waiting for me as I pointed the gun towards me. "We were supposed to get married tomorrow Reina but Marco just had to spoil the fun. Hopefully I can just kill him right now and get it over with." Rarf said looking at me with eyes I couldn't read. They were dark and hidden from my sight and the sight of the world. "You can not go anywhere Rarf, I have to kill you for everything. If you were such a monster frommthe beginning, we would have been friends but you were waiting for the right time to rape me." I said my voice slightly breaking.

Keira chanted to herself, moments before her cool trigger finger squeezed, releasing the bullet of her first kill from her gun. The Eye of Imperium looked different today, tainted by bodies and blood. How many times had Keira walked through those doors with her head held high? Now as her brothers and sisters in arms fought for different ideals, pumped lead into each other and pierced skin like they were strangers, every bit of her questioned how she was still standing. As she watched the life leave the king of murder's eyes, an almost angelic smile graced his face when he realized who had been his undoing.