Hash Slinging Slasher Quotes Novels & Stories

“You’d better be sure that you have the element of surprise whenever you decide to do this, cuz. Or else… Jack Grey will rip your head off and shove it up your ass.” Slate’s left eye began to twitch. “I’m not afraid of Jack Grey.”

"Pay attention to the local lingo, turkey. Leaving someone hanging is when someone promises you something and disappears - which is what you did to me. And yes, I'm the Butcher. They gave me that name here because of what I did on the outside and because I'm always slicing someone up in here." "What do you mean, slicing up?" I was starting to think I wasn't in such good shape staying near Gisele. "If someone messes with me, crosses me, Rita, I leave their pretty faces looking like a patchwork quilt, understand?" Gisele approached threateningly and stared at me. "But let me introduce you to my friends. This here is Chocolate - she killed her husband with poison in his chocolate milk; he was t

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

Now the cold and dangerous killer ;Scarlett was in full display. "No, please don't kill me," Damon begged since he was helpless, I groaned with laughter. "So you can beg? Well I'm sorry going against one of us is a crime and my forgiveness is a sin" I shot him trice with the silencer. He drops on the bed dead. I placed a slip on his forehead. Well, I does that to all my victims. On the slips was written: "I'm a serial killer and I'm going to kill again"

By God, he really wanted to see this annoying *sshole be oh-so-royally punished! Adolf was hardly alone in his shock. George “finger-snapped” Hachison was just as flabbergasted as the soiree’s host amid the crazy deluge of agony seizing his senses. Grimacing, he bellowed forcefully, “Aaargghh! I will kill you! I—will—kill—you! And all of your family too! Gaaaaahhhhh!” “But before you do that, you need to make sure you’re capable of doing it, man,” Javier replied glibly. “Or else, it’s just a loud, empty threat. Even an empty threat comes with a cost you might need to pay!”

"I swear the second I come out of this....this dying situation...you will be dead meat!! I will kill you with my own hands...twist your neck in the worst angle and smash that irritatingly handsome face of yours against my own fuck*** locker!! These fingers...I will cut them one by one to my heart's satisfaction and then I-" "I won't continue if I were you Stalker. After all, the person you are talking about is your only saviour"

A rich cruel laugh that rumbled off his chest, vibrating into my pulsing heart. His eyes settled back on mine and he huffed out a laugh. “Give me a reason why you shouldn’t be killed?” “Because I don’t deserve to be killed!” I snapped. His eyes wandered to my blood-stained hands, his lips lifting in a smile before he returned his gaze to my face. “And that person deserves to be killed?” My heart stopped. “Those who live by the sword, die by the sword, Hitchcock. Haven’t you heard of that saying?”

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV "Fuck you, asshole! " I hissed, tilting my head back. The discomfort was too much to handle. He pressed his boot harder against my leg, making me wince and tug at the chains. He laughed darkly. "I think I'll keep you around for a while. We can have some fun."

Aki and Temujin’s faces seemed to grow longer and longer in the dim. “Come on,” Sasha said, playfully splashing water to the two other Slayers. “Lighten up. It’s not the end of the world. It’s not like I’m lined up for the guillotine or something. Yet. In fact, just the opposite. I feel so special. Gifted. Not to mention very, very powerful.”

She called me son but I killed her. I grabbed the shattered knife, one that were broken all over the floor. I grabbed it. I shattered the mirror. I did it. I took the shred, sat on the floor and drew blood from me. The monster needed blood. It needed blood. Who was the monster? Was it me? Was it in my head? Was I the monster? I killed two woman. Slash Slash! Blood. I drew blood was from them. I was the monster? “Don’t do that.” A voice. Tiny. Sweet. Cinnamon. Rose.