Happiness Killer Novels & Stories

"Unless you admit that both your parents' deaths were deserved. Admit that you're a failure and that you were never good enough for me. Then transfer all your shares in the company to Hayden. "If you do that, I'll consider saving your mother." "That's outrageous!" the attending physician screamed. "Dr. Lowell, how can you say something like that? Mr. Kirkland has already humbled himself enough. Please just let him and his mother go." Hayden kicked the physician to the ground. "This doesn't concern you. Get lost, or I'll deal with you too!" The physician hit the floor hard. Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. Even so, he struggled to sit up.

I had already made my choice. Maybe I'm a psycho, but he made me his psychopath. But I wasn't going to stop killing until I get to Rarf. I need to end this. He needs to die. As soon as we arrived home, I strode to my room and made sure the door was locked, meaning no one in, no one out. My heart was heavy. Rarf found me before I could. I spent all my life searching for him, killing men like him; the mafia just to get better so that if I find him, he will be dead before he can even think. I was kicked out of the place I called family because of my stupid mistakes. They taught me basically everything I know; how to think fast when in a murder situation, how to hold a gun and how to have the pe

Nothing human and nothing kind. “I am entitled to any form of happiness I want, and at any cost to anybody around me,” my father said. “Do you understand what I’m telling you? You can sit there and pout from your high horse, but that doesn’t change anything. I have earned my happiness. You haven’t earned shit. You’re lucky you have all the things you have, and all of that is because of what I do, and what I do for you. Your job is to toe the line. To do as I say and don’t question it, because if something is threatening my happiness, I end it. You wanted to know if I killed David Breaker. I did kill him. I did it myself and I did it because I could. I wanted your mother and I got your mother

coraline's chuckling broke through Hazel's thoughts and brought her back to the present. "Are you not over him?" Coraline blurted out, looking serious. Hazel nodded, playing along. "Would you kill him?" "Yes," "Are you sure, Hazel? I don't believe you." Coraline was suddenly back to her playful demeanour, and it caused Hazel to wonder if she had multiple personalities. "I would kill him without hesitation," Hazel said without a shred of emotion in her voice except anger, pure anger. Coraline chuckled when she saw the pure hatred in Hazel's eyes. "We shouldn't do that just yet. Where's the fun if he just dies. we should make him suffer, don't you think so? "

He was hiding something, which is useless because I could feel his feelings even without him showing them to me. “Drop the smile, Ace. I know you are not happy about it.” I started, feeling a bit disappointed because out of the two of us, he was the one who had always wanted to make this happen. And now that this opportunity has been given to us, he is feeling sad about it. “I love it, I love that we finally have our pups, Kira, but they are killing you.” A gasp unexpectedly came out of my mouth the moment he said that “Kill me?” This is the first time I had heard that a pregnant woman is being killed by her babies.

Ten years ago , he saw her last time , after that she dissappeared from his life like there was no Hazel Blackwell ,ever existed. Hazel Blackwell was a little girl ,whom he was aware of ; the angelic girl who knows nothing about how to be ruthless , she was innocent like a lamb . But, he was proved wrong , she was more ruthless than him , she was not exactly pure as the driven snow. She was a killer , who murdered his mother , but that was not the full story, this girl even killed her own blood , her own mother. After, that she ran away , from his life , making his life miserable and pathetic. He became a cold and aloof Mafia , who now cared for nothing , to him emotions are useless .

“He scared them bad, Jim. He – he played all his usual games with them.” “Threatened everyone and everything that they love to make them cooperate?” “Yeah.” Anger glittered in her eyes now. “I’m not sorry he’s dead. Does that make me a bad person?” “No.” He shook his dark head. “It makes you a person. He hurt you, he terrorized you, he killed your baby, he fucked up your whole life. You’d have to be a saint to not be happy the world is rid of his sick ass.”

“No chance of that happening, I promise.” “I never thought I’d be this happy again.” He sounded so relieved. “Why?” “My family was killed some years back. Since then, happiness had been a distant memory to me, until I met you.” “That’s something I know very well.” I waited a heartbeat before I approached the heavily guarded topic, “Do you mind my asking how they died?” After what felt like an hour he spoke. “A jealous man did it. He killed my son and my pregnant wife without flinching. He hated me, and that was the best way to punish me.”

Kristen wrapped her arms around her which battered away the defenses; the floodgates burst. Kristen held her until her sobs subsided. Alissa wiped her cheeks and eyes. “Tell me.” Kristen dragged a chair closer so their knees met. Alissa debated with herself, she didn't want to say anything in case it was all a mistake, but the other side of her desperately wanted to confide in her friend. “You should be happy, you convinced the council who killed your parents, you completely cleared your name. You were so brave and you did amazing. Let's face it, those high council members are scary,” Kristen rambled.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo