Futa Kill La Kill Novels & Stories

Fucking bastard! ****

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.

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...

"Kiba. One badass martial art swordsman" "And lastly...oops that's all for now" Kim chuckled. "This is our three best assassin in the Venom Tract cult group. Katarina has 50 kills with 2 fails. Brute is a human Abbatoir. He tears human limb for limb for the fun. He has 60 kills and just 1 fail. Kiba a very good hand to hand combat expert. Knows 4 different fighting techniques, and to top it up he is an expert in sword fighting." "I didn't sign a death wish" Abel said, taking of his shirt. Exposing the blood dripping sword cut at his back from Kiba. "Did the price on my head go up. Or you all just want me dead quickly."

At this point, she didn't care whether or not he killed her "How dare you do this! I don't f****** care who the hell you are, you have absolutely no right to treat me this way. I already knew you were sick m*********** when you killed West, but just because no one stood up to you doesn't mean it was right! if you ever try that again I will bury my heels so far into your ass that you taste it! f****** scumbag piece of s*** !" just to prove her point that she wasn't scared of him, Lisa raised her hand one more time to send a slap across Killian's already bruised face, but before her palm could connect with his face Killian gripped her hand harshly

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

“Don’t tell me… no you didn’t… I don’t believe—“ “Yes, Mia. I did kill the Beta. And if I had the chance, I would add Khalid and the Alpha to the list.”