Futa Kill La Kill Novels & Stories

Fiona muttered deadly "Yeah,go fûck yourself. I would have given you a middle_" *Ring!, Ring!* The blaring sound emanating from her pocket stop her from pulling the trigger "My fûck!" Fiona frowned deeply dipping her head into her pocket and bringing out her phone "Eduardo the hell_" "Fûck let her go! Let the bîtvh go! Don't hurt her, just fûcking let her. Get outta there fast. Get outta there!!" Eduardo yelled frantically into the phone. The call got disengaged abruptly

Laura stood there as if struck by lightning. The slap was a physical thing — hot, bright — but the words lodged deeper. I will kill your fated mate. The syllables looped and replayed themselves inside her skull until her knees finally gave. She collapsed, not with a graceful fall but with a sagging, useless slump; the ground hit her like the truth.

Fia focused her eyes on the screen of her phone, and her eyes darted from the mini map to the top part of the screen and back. As an assassin, she needed to have great map awareness and be cunning enough to cut off the enemies from the back! Very quickly, words began to appear on her screen. First Blood! Double Kill! Triple Kill! Quad Kill! Penta Kill!

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

my final punch met his stomach, “…but I’ll kill you before you could!” @SenaSen

He was dead. I killed him.

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

No will. Only heartbreak. I see Lucian raise the gun. Cold steel gleams under the full moon. My breath catches, frozen. “For the crime of attempting to kill the Luna, you, Nara Starlit, of the Starlit pack…” His voice is flat, dead of emotion. “…are condemned to death.” The crowd watches, silent and hungry, eyes gleaming with righteous fire. No one speaks for me. No one defends me. I was never one of them. Not truly. Not golden-haired. Not chosen.

"That is completely absurd, Fedora! You can't possibly kill me if I am already dead and gone." "Oh, yes I can," I countered playfully, narrowing my eyes. "I can easily kill your wandering spirit, or completely destroy your soul in the afterlife." Ella’s smile widened, her shoulders shaking with quiet amusement. Seizing the moment of distraction, I raised my hand and gave her shoulder a small, gentle push, sending her tumbling sideways onto the grass. "Hey! What on earth was that sudden push for?" she laughed, scrambling back up into a sitting position while wiping the dry blades of grass from her arms.

and I shot the bullet right through his skull. [See you in hell, bitch] Mr. Luciano looked stared me with wide open eyes. I knew those were his best. Attempting to run away, I shot a bullet I'm sure affected his spine, making him paralyze instantly. I got closer to him and whispered in his ear, "no one double crosses me and lives" I smiled and killed him. I picked my suitcase and took his car. Putting my bike in the boot, I headed to the road to meet my family, 'the stingers.'