Fit To Kill Novels & Stories

I don't understand the words people say in anger. When I was seven, my foster mother complained that I ate too much and told me that if I didn't work, I wouldn't get to eat. I washed dishes for three days with a high fever. Only after I collapsed did I dare take half a moldy dinner roll. When I was twelve, my teacher told me I couldn't go home until I'd memorized the entire passage. The next morning, when the security guard forced open the classroom door, I was still standing in front of the empty desks, reciting the final paragraph. When I was sixteen, a doctor got angry when I refused treatment and snapped that if I didn't want to live, I should never take medicine again. From then on,

One moment, Jake was scrambling to get away me the next – CRACK! RIP! Blood splattered on the ground, straining the floors and the grasses. A scream tore from my throat but it was quickly drowned out by the party's loud music. “Stop! Killian, stop!” I sobbed, trying to get Killian to stop hitting Jake but he was gone. His mind had been consumed by something primal, Something lethal. He wasn't fighting anymore. He was killing. And by the time he was done, Jake was dead.

The fighter clutched his neck, which was suddenly bleeding, and he collapsed on the floor. Bianca’s face turned as white as a sheet. “That’s impossible! How can you still kill?” Her eyes widened in shock. Logically, a fighter poisoned with the Decina Neutralizing Fragrance would not even have the strength to move, let alone kill. Besides, the Winter family’s fighter that she had sent to attack Dustin was not weak. He was a seventh grade fighter. Yet, Dustin had killed him with just one move. It looked like it had not even taken much effort.

His nostrils flared, assaulted by the thick, cloying scents of stale sweat, fear, and destitution that permeated the dank air. Seven couldn’t believe their target was somewhere in this maze of frigid steel and concrete, waiting for help. His grip tightened on his weapon. Failure was not an option on this mission. Not when Knox had placed his trust on their success. He gave Killian a curt nod before they both pressed forward, every fiber of their being focused on the task at hand with an intensity that bordered on fanatical. Their hypersensitive ears strained for any sound that might betray an approaching threat. Killian's hulking figure moved with grace that belied his massive stature and he

Kill! Kill! Kill! There’s nothing I can’t do now. All I can think of is causing him pain, as much pain as I can possibly give. It’s at this point that I hope for more that I know he’s close. There’s only so much a body can take before it starts to fall apart. It hasn’t bled enough, it hasn’t cried enough, it hasn’t despaired enough. I lean down as tears leak from his eyes. The small weakness is enough to make me smile.

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

She felt her stupid heart flutter as the light caught his ebony curls, turning it to burnished gold, his green orbs twinkling with delight as he practically charmed the socks of his latest prey. Suddenly, as if feeling her gaze on him, his eyes snapped to hers, their gazes meeting. Marco Vitale's gorgeous eyes, usually alight with cunning, darkened with genuine hunger as he caught sight of her. He bit his lip and immediately flame licked down her spine. Dismissing his quarry like a child would their toy, he moved through the throng of guests – politicians, businessmen, and the shadowed figures that comprised their world – with a predator's grace, his focus solely on her.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive. “This monster is still getting turned on, even in this situation?!” She smirked, and scoffed and in a swift motion she sliced his dick off. Too bad she couldn't get everything out at once, so she kept slicing till it was completely off. And just like a child holding her award, she happily lifted it up like a champion, ignoring the blood splashing and the vigorous movement of her father on the bed. Tears had caused a streak down his face, as it was obvious he had run out of tears. He was heavi

"You just started noticing." Before I could ask another question, Instructor Kael entered. The room straightened instantly. He wrote three words across the board. Power. Loyalty. Choice. “Uh-uh… I thought the class was over,” I murmured. "No wolf survives alone." His voice echoed through the room. "But choosing the wrong ally..." He turned toward us. "...can kill you faster than choosing the wrong enemy." Something about the sentence made the card inside my pocket feel heavier. The lesson passed in a blur. Every example somehow reminded me of Adrian; it sounded like it had been written for me.