Fit To Kill Novels & Stories

“Or… I’ll help you.” Rosen gasped as Killian lunged in a blur. Killian's massive hand closed over Rosen’s cold fingers, completely swallowing them. He forced Rosen’s grip tight against the metal, flicking off the safety with a flick of his palm. His thumb found Rosen’s index finger and pinned it flush against the cold curve of the trigger. “This is how you kill, bird. You don’t shake. You don’t cry. You pick your target, and you commit.” For one second, Rosen thought Killian had lost his mind—that the Dragon lord was genuinely helping him end his own life.

he growled. "Don't think too highly of yourself. At least, he does a better job than you. Women like Anastasia are the perfect fit for men like you." I hissed and pushed him off before leaving. You don't handle all poisons with fear. The ones like Killian, you study it and strike first before it destroys you whole.

"Have that abomination killed. At once." ***

Micheal POV Fitz 11:00 This was the third day. My blood was literally boiling, I had been waiting for this day, it almost felt like too long, I had counted minutes and second and had sleepless nights, Fitz became my new addiction , to kill him began my ambition and today was the day, he was going to meet his death. I had dreams envision how I was going to kill him, I had thought of one hundred and one way to kill him in a day and still counting, I punched the punching bag and make a hole with it with my hand. “ That’s the six punching bag you have destroyed just this evening what’s the occasion?”, Sophie strolled in my gym room

So, you can defeat him] [Once you know the reason Dorian killed Cassian, you can go back in time and erase that event] [When the incident that made Dorian hate Cassian is gone, his reason to be on this earth will vanish too] My strength never ceased to inspire me, explaining what I needed to do next. While I was here, I had long lost my spirit. My breath had weakened, just like me, sitting helpless in this dark place. Perhaps my despair had affected my strength's stability. Without me realizing it, my strength had quietly planted a memory, laying the foundation for my presence here.

Not the urge to flee. Something closer to fury. Something closer to the particular, steady clarity that comes right before a fight you've finally decided you're not going to lose. I would not let her use the truth as a blade against him. If exposure was coming, and I understood now that it was inevitable and unstoppable, I would not spend my last two days of secrecy running from it. I would spend them getting ready to stand in the wreckage of it, on my own feet, beside the man I'd spent eighteen years being trained to kill.

I said my voice slightly breaking. "You made me look like a fool, all the combats and training and killing was for nothing but to make me just like you, a killer that gets to live with the guilt forever. Goodbye Rarf, you'll be better off in hell." I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart.