Fit To Kill Novels & Stories

Killing things—even inanimate objects—gets me off. Before I was hired by T.H.E.M., I was known as the Preying Mantis due to my proclivity of killing men mid-coitus. Jason is just about the only man I’ve ever had sex with more than once that I have not had the urge to kill. Duke Anderson in Tennessee was a close second to getting that distinct honor, but considering I did end up having to kill him—even though I felt really bad about it—kinda disqualifies him from actually getting the trophy.

Whatever was going on did not concern me in any way. “What do you mean by you are not in the country? Eejit!” Killian hissed. “I can't use water. The drug is very potent. I feel like—fuck!” Killian cursed and he slumped against the car seat. He grabbed a fistful of his hair. “She's not an option. Fuck off.” Killian hissed and then the phone ended with a beep. “Are you going to die?” I asked in a low and careful voice. Killian did not look good at all. He seemed like someone who was going to die.

He hasn’t complained, but he looks half dead. “We jump,” he says. My jaw drops. “What?” “We jump.” He climbs into one of the windowsills, crouches, and holds his hand out to me. I take a step back. He wants us to kill ourselves? My head shakes. “What… You… No.” The Silver Hunters’ footsteps grow louder. They’re almost to us. I don’t know what they’ll do once they reach the top of the stairs, but I’m not killing myself as a way to avoid whatever comes next. What Alec is proposing is absolutely insane.

ASH It had been two days since I had been losing my mind. How could I make such a foolish mistake?! How could I not predict that one of our allies might have been followed?! Drystan and Baltazar killed one of the groups that wanted to side with us. They tracked them, murdered the entire pack, and forced their Alpha to give them our location before they ripped his heart out.

I shoved Dad aside, pointed at them, and shouted, "I'll never go along with this! If you even think about touching Grandma, I'll jump off this building to show everyone how shameless you all are!" Dad shot me a look of disgust. "How can you say something so cruel? How can you just sit there and watch someone die? Your grandma could be doing something good. Plus, going through the regular process takes too long. If she donates willingly, it'll be done right away." I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, sure, you're such a saint for having your mom save someone's life!" Dad raised his hand like he was about to hit me. I saw it coming, so I threw everything in my arms at him, my eyes burning with tears

He was just another wall between me and what I truly wanted, and I don't care how, I will get what I want. Still, even as I stood to wash my dish, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was lying to myself, well lying to myself doesn't matter right now, I'm just concerned if he noticed any crack in my mask, that has to be the worst thing that can happen right now. I brought out my encrypted laptop, I had jammed and intercepted the cctv I could get to during the meeting, my previous kills, their companies were always the last on the list but since Roberto is so hard to reach I will have to draw him out with Moretti Global Holdings.

Jayden shouted as he skidded to a halt next to us, his broad face twisting with a panic I had never seen on him before. "Call an ambulance right now, tell them we have an Alpha down with severe respiratory failure, and get the automated external defibrillator from the cage!" Rufus ordered, his hands shaking as he tried to unbuckle Riley's chest protector to give his lungs more room to expand. I pressed my fingers against Riley's jawline and felt the rapid, unnatural vibration of his pulse, and the bitter scent of scorched copper and almond blossoms hitting my nose made the truth slam into me like a physical blow, because this wasn't Selene's work from the locker room, this was the Nightshade

"You think you deserve that? Officer, this person murdered a teammate, slandered military personnel, and attempted to sabotage a rescue operation. Under wartime regulations, how should this be handled?" The officer answered curtly, "Exile." "No—don't! There's radiation out there! Zombies! I'll die!" Eliza screamed hysterically, thrashing wildly. "Strip her protective suit and throw her out," Alec ordered coldly. The enraged teammates surged forward, ripping off the protective suit Eliza was wearing—the one that had once belonged to Jack. "Please… I'm begging you, don't throw me out. Let me stay—I'll do anything! I'm pretty, I can serve men, I—"

Fragments of truth mixed with fiction, real memories bleeding into manufactured ones until he couldn't tell the difference anymore. "What's the point?" he said finally. "Real or fake, I still killed her. That's what my hands did. That's what I am." Elena shifted in her chair. Her face was tight with pain. "Lucien..." "No." His voice came out harder than he meant. "Don't make excuses for me. I held the knife. I put it in her stomach. I watched her bleed out. Those are facts. Everything else is just noise." Dr. Kensington didn't flinch. "You're right. Those are facts. But context matters. Intent matters. The version of you that killed Inés Arámbula wasn't operating with free will. You were a w

"A Queen of ghosts and a King of dogs. Neither shall leave the Silent Dominion." "Funny," Killian rumbled, his golden Alpha runes glowing so brightly they began to singe the air. "I was just thinking your armor would make a decent trash can." Killian launched. He didn't shift, but his speed was post-human. He met the Knight’s obsidian claymore with his flaming broadsword in a collision that sent a shockwave through the gorge, momentarily reversing the flow of the waterfall. Sparks of solar fire and black soul-flame rained down like a deadly celebration.