Romans & histoires Futa Kill La Kill

I promised her that I will always keep her safe. When I was 10, Fabiano and I would go to shooting ranges to practice. He always made sure that no one in the building knew about my training. I studied hard in school and I learned every language I could possibly learn. Marina and I would stay late at night to practice speaking in different languages. We prepared ourselves for the worst. I was 14 when Salvatore became a Made Man. His training paid off and he was soon known for his outstanding skills when using a knife. People commonly refer to him as “The Slasher”. Shitty name, I know. He killed his first man by slitting his throat. I pretended to feel sick but deep inside, I liked it. Marina

"How did the family next door actually die? This is murder! If people find out, we're finished!" "Keep your voice down!" Gabriel's voice turned vicious. "It was that idiot Jasmine! I told her to saw through just enough to cause a small leak for a minor explosion. Who knew she'd lose her mind and cut straight through the main line?" "So what do we do now? That family is actually dead!" "Good riddance!" Gabriel gave a cold laugh. "Dead men tell no tales. That family was greedy anyway. They took the 200 grand to fake their deaths and leave the country. Now that they're actually dead, no one knows we paid them off.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

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

I asked Death. "There's only one reason, it's because I hate Ainesh Otizam" He said that surprised me, the hero of Mundo da Fantasia is hated by Death? Is the Hold that belongs to darkness really that bad? That's why I was shaking my head. "Baki?" I promise seriously. ... BOM DIA- GOOD MORNING BOA TARDE- GOOD AFTERNOON BOA NOITE - GOOD NIGHT FERA- ANIMALS/FAMILIAR "Commitment Day" - The day where students do a ritual to get the Fera they are destined for

She asked, pointing at her and laughing again, ignoring the elder's gaze and looking at her as if she had gone mad. "My dear elder's," Alpha Killan continued when she stopped laughing to catch a breath, making it obvious enough that he wasn't interested in what she had to say or do. "First, because of that, Alina has to take over the Luna position because she will never do such a thing and she is the best candidate when it comes to this. Second, I, Alpha Killan of the Full Moon Pack, reject Camila Mellow as my mate because she is a traitor, and last but not least, I take Alina Mellow as my chosen mate, and for Miss Camila's act of traitory, she has to be...

Emotions hung heavy in the air, and it was clear that something significant had occurred between them. The men who had never seen their boss being abused before fell into silence. Apart from being the future Lycan king, Killian was also the leader of the biggest and most dangerous mafia group in the country, people feared him and would hate to even be in the same room as him. he was nicknamed Killian the death walker because people said seeing him was the same as seeing the Grim Reaper. So far the first time they had seen their boss getting hit by a woman. They immediately knew that Lisa had signed her death by herself.

6 DARRAGH “H oly. Fucking. Fate. Is he ripping its spine out?” The young male that Killian brought with him whispers under his breath, but there’s nothing wrong with my ears. I am ripping its spine out. Actually, I’m cracking it apart, vertebrae by vertebrae, and pitching the bones as far as I can in opposite directions. That’s how you kill this thing. If it can be killed.

Sam's eyes flew wide open, his body arching violently before crashing back onto the bed. A mouthful of blood, mixed with unknown fragments of flesh, burst from between his lips, splattering across my hand. Clearly, the attack had some sort of internal damage. "Oh, look, he's coughing up blood! Does that mean that we've beaten the evil spirit out of him?" Lucas paled the moment he saw Sam barely breathing. They had come to scam money, not to kill someone.

Any good thing that people liked, we probably had an exclusive version of it on the subterreanean level, and most times it was for no reason in particular. She wasn't inside the restaurant anymore, and I hoped I hadn't underestimated my ability to smell her and that she was already far gone, but then I looked outside and there she was, standing, having what appeared to be a heated conversation with two other people. As I approached them, my ears caught on to some words that gave me some context of the conversation being had. I caught a name I had heard on the night I met Charlotte for the second time, the night she was contemplating suicide. Lucas. As I got closer, I couldn't believe my ears