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As many of them as possible. The man with the crushed rib cage fell silent as his chest failed to rise completely. Girding my loins, I angled my foot back one more time. With a swift kick to his temple, I sent him after his buddy to the land of Endless Dreams. The knowledge that I needed to kill them filled me. Overtook me. I knew that if they healed and I was still here, then my death was assured. I'd be lucky not to be killed simply for disabling them. But if I were going to die, I was taking as many of them with me as possible.

It was a very dangerous process and nearly everyone who tried it died in the process, and I voiced that out but Sharon looked at me for some seconds before she began to list out the consequences of not following her advice. While it got me scared, I still wasn't convinced. "It's my first child, my first pup. I know it's Alpha Donald's but I don't think I can kill it. I may be a rogue and a cold hearted killer, but not with my own flesh and blood. There may be other solutions,"I offered with a ray of hope, but my friend shook her head and began to point out the consequences of my refusal to kill the child. Before I could comment again, she went on a long rant of women who had done it successf

I was wrong “ Let me go” She shouted as I carried her with me. I held her tight that she could not move for a moment “ I want to kill her. She killed my son. I want her dead” She kept on shouting that I had to hold her with one hand and keep my other hand on her mouth “ Let me go” she kept of producing muffled sounds but I knew what she was talking about

Snarling and using all my strength, I pressed my hands on his throat, cutting off his air source. "Where. Did. You. Hear. That?" My body shook in a fury. Kill! Kill! Kill! my mind shouted. I cut off his air supply even more. The fastest kill would be a stab in his heart. But I did not want him to die quickly. He will suffer until he begs for his useless life. Perseus thrashed. I slammed his body on the wall, seeing a crack on the impact. “Die, bastard!” Kill! Kill! Kill!

"I get to process a kill order." "It's also a torment order," Rocco tells me, and it fuels my excitement. I love a clean kill, clear shot, and quick but the torment x kill is my favourite one. "They set the target is very high profile." "Who is getting unlucky tod—you have to be fucking kidding me..." I pause, all excitement drained as I stare at the screen in horror. Request ID: KDR-AO-98 Date filed: 20/08 Filed by: German Syndicate

Leo crashed to the floor, his technopath light sputtering and dying as he clutched his badly burned arm. The toxic blue smoke moved like a living predator, wrapping around Killian's massive body. The synthetic silver dust entered his bloodstream, targeting his inner beast. Killian felt his alpha strength draining away instantly. His muscles turned to water, and his legs buckled, sending his massive frame crashing heavily onto the cold concrete floor.

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."

I had gone from an early-death supporting character to an even more disposable cannon fodder. In that instance, my death in the exam hall became a plot device. Rachel was so frightened by it that she almost failed to attend the same university as Timothy, turning it into a major plot point in the story. Watching the barrage of comments urging me to 'just die already', a dangerous thought crept into my mind. Maybe I should just accept it. The repeated failures had worn me down, leaving me drained and defeated. However, I could not choose to walk willingly toward certain death.

Zane said in a possessive manner Zane loved Elena in a possessive way, he would kill Elena in a snap of the fingers rather than leave her Elena was surprised to know that Zane waited for you because she always saw him as a heatless bastard “but I don’t want you,” Elena said being a bold woman, Zane maintains a gap between them and looked at her up and down “you don’t want me that means you don’t want your mate,” Zane asked her in doubt and Elena laughed

Every single kill is like this, every detail, which would be mundane in any other circumstance is stored in his memory, a trophy of sorts as he cannot risk having any physical trophies that could link him back to this. His breath is so loud that it is the only thing that gives away his otherwise stealthy approach. It doesn't matter anyway, he is too fit, his body a precision killing machine, while his adversary is gangly, malnourished, untrained and unorganized. They make so many mistakes in order to protect their own life, bumping and hitting into each other in an effort to get away, slowing their own escape as well as offering up others as the first sacrificed.