Fit To Kill Novels & Stories

They believed the same teacher would approach my younger sister. Sure enough, the teacher set his sights on my younger sister. However, her final message caused my parents such regret that they chose to die rather than live with it.

"No trace of him." "Well, circle back." My father sounded utterly disappointed, and I was too. "We'll keep looking." The person we were looking for was the very thing that stood between life and death for my entire pack, most urgently, for my father. His name was Griffin, and the story went like this. Many, many years ago, on the night of a blood moon, my father, unable to help his transformation, succumbed to his primal instincts and attacked Griffin and his wife, resulting in her death. In his sorrow, Griffin cursed my father while holding his wife's lifeless body or whatever was left of it. Nobody thought anything would come of it, but now in his old age, my father was experiencing night

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.”

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.

"I've noticed you aren't particularly moved by the idea of a mate. Is that the reason why you killed yours?" "Someone has been quite busy hasn't he?" "Forgive my intrusion. I meant no offense by the knowledge" "Relax, I'm not disposed to fickle emotions. Yes, I did kill her. It didn't hurt me at all. I refuse to be docile to someone else's decisions for me. She was also incompatible with my ambitions" "I see," "Women are fickle Felix, especially with children. A mate makes you weak. I will not be predisposed to the primitive disposition of emotions"

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

He stumbled forward and reached for my belly. "The baby! Where is the baby? What happened?" The grief on his face was a sick joke. The thing I had been holding in for weeks finally came up out of me. "Mason, you are asking now? Now you remember? "The day of the crash, I was pinned under the car, hemorrhaging, and you took the ambulance I called for and put your woman in it. "It was you. You killed our baby." His shoulders rocked.

“He tried to sneak into the pack and attacked us when we tried to stop him. We beat him up, but he was too stubborn trying to escape.’’ ‘‘Then?’’ He hesitates now, avoiding my gaze. “So we… we injected him with Axyon.’’ My stomach drops. “Y-you did what?” Axyon. A fatal mixture of silver and wolfsbane,bound with a forbidden spell. That was ShadowFang's deadliest weapon, created by Xendaya herself. And no wolf has ever survived it. ‘‘Forgive me, Alpha. I didn't know he was from our pack.’’ Finn panicked.

“You strip us of our own resources and force us to pay tribute like pathetic slaves. Tribute belonged to ancient times, yet you stand there claiming superiority over all of us. Do not let your larger frame deceive you into believing you are untouchable. My pack defeated the Draegors more than once before your reign. Do not stand there preaching your twisted version of kindness.” Slowly, I smiled at him. The other Alphas immediately tried calming him down, but it was too late now. It was way too late. At least now I understood something clearly. I would not be killing only one man tonight. “Lucien, let him be,” Arthur said carefully. “I think he has a death wish. He is ignorant.” I turned my

the freckled male countered. “Fucking shit talker. Better live up to your damn sass,” the alpha growled before launching a telegraphed right hook. It was a fatal flaw Lexus had. If you knew how to rile him just right, he would fall back on outmatched strength instead of his tactics.