Hero Killer Stain Quirk Novels & Stories

"What is it that you wish of me, Master Quinton." "In a minute, Jeffrey. Let me set the stage for you first." Q finished his wine, bringing the blunt with him as he walked towards us. "You see, Erika. That whole cop angle that you're trying to scare me with? That's not really going to work. See, you don't know my full name, so I'll let that one slide." He slapped her, claws extended so he could savage her face. Dark furrows of blood obscured her features from me, but I knew from her shrill cries that one of them had damaged her eye. "Stop crying, bitch. You get to live."

He was required to kill Stacey, that was the task he'd been assigned with and the more he thought of it, the more difficult it seemed. He wondered what crime she'd committed for someone, anyone to want her dead. She seemed harmless. Okay not so harmless, she sent him spiraling to the ground with one kick, he only knew few people who could achieve that feat. Being in his line of work required him to be tough,he always had to keep in shape, so her being able to disable him for a minute made one thing certain to him, that she was tough also and if, only if he was going to kill her eventually he'd have to be prepared too,he didn't dare underestimate her like the first time.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

“Who are you? How dare you cause a scene here!? We are the Quint family of Lilyrose! This is our turf!” Master Quint was outraged when he saw the fallen bodyguards. He pointed at the killer and shouted. “Shut up!” the killer roared back. He had another heavy glance at Kaze before he looked at Master Quint. Recalling how Darcy addressed the old man before he attacked, the killer went after Master Quint. Slap! He slapped Deborah out of the way and approached the old man rapidly. “You bastard! How dare you hit my granddaughter?” Master Quint did not care who the killer was and raised his cane to attack.

My sweet, gentle pups, Quilla and Quinlee remind me every day that while I may be a vicious killer, I have produced pups that are like their mother and should not be held responsible for my violent actions. With that in mind, I respond to Warren. “Yes, the less blood shed the better. There is only one person who needs to die today and that’s Christer. If the others stand down and no one threatens my family, they can live.” “Thank you,” he says. I glance at him. “Thank Kennedy. She’s my humanity.” “It’s your humanity, Quirin. She just brings it to the forefront,” he says. Damn the man for always seeming to know the right things to say.

The weight in the suitcase shifted towards me and I felt myself stumble backwards, gravity taking hold. I let out a noise of surprise as I felt myself begin to fall backwards. My head and back hit into something hard and I let out a squeak in surprise. I was still standing upright somehow. Then I felt the sparks. Alpha Killian had a hand on each of my arms, my back against his chest as he steadied me before I could fall. The sparks ran down the length of my arms and eased some of the annoyance I had been feeling.

He said boldly, “I can come over, but you have to let Quinn go. She has nothing to do with this matter!” Quinn was startled. Crack! Without a word, the fake inspector then broke Quinn’s left hand with one foot. “Ah!” Quinn screamed. It was true that recently, she had been practicing martial arts and did have some abilities. However, she wanted to take advantage of the situation to kill Harvey and Mandy, so she didn’t fight back. She never thought her actions would be akin to shooting herself in the foot. She convulsed with pain, and let out a scream that sounded even harsher than a pig being slaughtered.

The room fell silent except for the heavy breathing and the groans of the subdued attackers. Kira stood over the conscious gunman, the leader's body wasn't in good shape because she had used him to serve as her shield, placing her foot on his chest. "Who sent you?" she demanded. He coughed, blood trickling from his mouth. "You'll find out soon enough," he spat, defiance still in his eyes. She pressed harder, her expression a mask of fury. "Tell me!" He grinned, his teeth stained red. "Go to hell." Kira's face hardened, “I Am Hell.” and with that she lifted her foot, bringing it down with a final, brutal stomp on his face, knocking the man unconscious immediately. That was one powerful kick.

In quest for vengeance, Cassio became an heartless monster, until he met Skylar. His search for the unknown Mafia that had attacked the night his mum died made him, attack every Mafia cult in Italy, defeating everyone of them until. The red dragons became the most feared Mafia in Italy ever since then, not until he met Skylar and things were begining to change. He became cool, he hardly kill anyone when he gets angry especially when he was with Skylar, he had started getting used to forgiving people when they made him angry. Many people thought Skylar was putting him under some psychological training, while some thought, she was his girlfriend and love overcame all the evil in him

Knight shot his thick hot loads on my thighs and on my bed before collapsing beside me. Both of us panting, his cum still leaking out. But one thing was sure…. The man called God was watching and I know something would happen soon just like it happened at the tailor shop and that would be my punishment. However, I hope that the same God knows that he caused this and I'm still trying to figure out if I would be Donatela, or Little Saint or maybe…Cruella? *** “Hey, are you courting death?” “Stop pushing me, you motherfucker! Why will you accept the mate bond? Have you forgotten what Dad said?”