Genocider Jill Novels & Stories

“I swear, if that asshole tries to lick my belly button one more fucking time, I’m going to fucking rip his head off with my thighs. And he’s not budging on information, either. I tried to get him to tell me what his plans are for the weekend, but he just lied and said he’s playing poker. If I could just get something useful out of this dipshit—either a decent orgasm or some information—I’d at least feel like my efforts were worthwhile, but I’m getting nothing.” “I’m sorry. I promise, I’ve given up any hope on these dreams going away now, so going forward I will focus on getting information out of him.” My transgression forgiven, we finish our breakfast and head out to the Skank Mobile. As w

I do want to try. I don't remember my name from my past life. In this life, I was reincarnated as the villainess of a game I loved more than anything. She never had any happy endings in the game. Always being abandoned by her family in the end. Her name, no, my name is Aurelia Giliam. I will try to live a life where I am able to find my own happy ending.

It was the day that Jack had been dreading. His birthday. He was 18 today. He had to leave the only home he had ever known, Old George Orphanage. Once an orphan had reached the age of 18, they were no longer able to stay. It was time to spread their wings and see what the world had to offer. However, Jack wasn't the only orphan being thrown out in the world today. His best friend, Jill, would be right there beside him. Today was also her birthday. 18 years old today. They'd been at Old George for as long as either could remember. Neither Jack nor Jill knew much of their past. Hell, they didn't know who they were or where they'd actually come from. Hence the names, Jack and Jill. Names given

On the country's most popular live television show, if a death row inmate received forgiveness from the victim's family, they would not be executed. The camera focused on a young man behind a set of steel bars. "Vance Hester. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Committed six murders in six months. Currently awaiting execution." The host turned toward the audience. "Our producers contacted the families of every victim in the hope that they might be willing to give him a second chance." But all six families refused to forgive him. They demanded that he pay for his crimes with his life. As the tension mounted, Greyson Reynolds, the eldest son of the Reynolds family and a special guest on the

He just won't stop, will he? And what did Jillena mean by Scarlett being the price? Odyssey turned her head slowly toward Jillena, her dark, forked tongue slithering out to lick the tear-stained flesh of Scarlett’s cheek. Her golden eyes remained fixed entirely on the High Priestess with venomous hatred. “You should stay out of this, sister,” Odyssey purred. “And watch you destroy this pack and the people in it like you destroyed our family?” Jillena’s brow furrowed for the first time, her calm composure cracking to reveal a deep, ancient grief.

“N-N-No!” “Please, don’t kill them,” cried Jill. “They must all die. They’re all involved in the hundreds of lives you murdered with your cold blooded hands!” shouted Eric. “NOOOO!” screamed both Jill and Gale. Eric clenches his hands and screams, “Kill them now!” “Yes, Prince Eric,” said Zachery. “Kill them!” shouted Zachery, looking at the soldiers. The people of the Sleepy Doom were all crying and screaming as they all died from the pierces of the soldier’s sword.

There were a lot of people in the hospital. When they heard what Jill said, they quickly came over to have a look. Jill's eyes gleamed with exhilaration when she saw a group of passersby forming. She pointed at me, saying aggrievedly, "Janice, I never thought that you'd be so wicked. Just because Mom and Dad found out that you're not their biological child, and they brought me home, you'd actually kill Grandma? The person who raised you!

When I saw it, I looked at the photo, and I could see the joy in her eyes, and it was actually like this world was giving her happiness that she couldn’t experience in our world. “But... what does this mean? Jillian isn’t human?” I asked, then I turned to her. “She’s human.” She laughed and said to me. “I mean, isn’t he a mortal? You answered as a philosopher,” I said, annoyed. She shook her head, then she sighed. “The truth is that there was an incident where Jillian tried to save me from a big hole that pulled up. I don’t know what kind of hole that was, and we only saw it here in our world. Since then, Jillian disappeared, and on this occasion, she did something she didn’t know that cause

Before I could even say anything, the first girl who had trusted me came back out to hug me tightly. “Thank you for saving us,” she whispered. “Thank you for being our hero.” I closed my eyes as I ran my hand over her hair. “I’m no hero, little one. I’m just a murderer with morals.” When she tilted her back to look up, my eyes fluttered open again to meet her eyes. “You didn’t hurt us. You fed us and took care of us. I’m not sure what morals are, but I don’t think you’re a bad person, even if you kill people.” She let me go and was almost back inside the apartment when she paused to look back at me. “My name is Jill.”

"Chief guardian!" I immediately turned to the right, because of that rushing voice. I would like to talk to Hunter about that. "What happened, Jillan?" Wrinkled when I asked. Her eyes were both scared and anxious. It was as if he was very scared and didn't know what to do. "It's Jenger! She sent me a message!" Her voice was horrible. My eyes widened. "What happened to Jenger!?" He closed his eyes, as if thinking and gathering courage.