His Choice To Love, His Kin To Kill Novels & Stories

I've been loving you for so long that I volunteer myself to be the one killing you. I can't just sit and watch, the man I love killed in front of me. So, I stalled time, so I can be with you even just for a while. I know that is against the principles of the org. us, but I disobeyed just to be with you. I accept whip and hitting as a punishment for not doing my duties. For not killing you!" When I found out, I recoiled, crying as she pointed the gun she was holding at me. "Because of you, I died that day. Because of you, I chose to go against the wishes of our leader. Because of my love for you, I can kill you, but I can't kill you. So I killed myself, but when I found out that you had a cr

“You’re not gods. You don’t get to decide who dies and who lives.” “We didn’t decide,” Sarah said. “It was bound to happen.” I spun around. “Why Kaidon? Why not punish someone else?” “Because it must be one of his kind who destroys him. And because he’s the one who shed innocent blood,” Mr. Clark said. “She’s in love with him!” I shouted. “She loves him! You’re trying to make her kill the man she loves!” “That’s the beauty of it,” Sarah said with a twisted smile. “Love makes the destruction deeper.”

Nathan's gaze darkened as he looked at me, his voice filled with disappointment. "Tegan, I never thought you'd be this kind of person. I'm the one who found the kidney donors. You don't get to make that decision!" I couldn't help but find it ridiculous. This was the man who had been with me for eight years, the man who had once said he loved me more than life itself. My expression turned cold, and for the first time, I spoke to Nathan with complete indifference. "She cries, and suddenly everything's my fault? Are you her fiancé or mine? Nathan, get this straight. She wants both kidneys! Who's really the one trying to kill someone here?"

“You think I want to be loved? Love is a leash, I want to be the storm they cannot escape. The order they cannot qquestio and when I am done, the very concept of a ‘mate’ will be a fairy tale for children, strength will be pure again. Uncomplicated.” He walked over and crouched by my head, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “Your thorn boy, he believes in the choice, yes? He is probably clinging to that right now. How sweet, When he comes—and he will, his type is predictably noble—I will let him see you, I will let him make his ‘choice’ to die for you... And then I will kill him in front of you and you will see, in that final moment, that his choice, his love, meant nothing. It change

"Ms. Swanson, the suspect has specifically requested to see you. He says he will kill himself if you don't see him." I raised an eyebrow. "And what does it matter to me if he dies?" In the end, after much persuasion, I reluctantly went to the prison to see Shane. Shane stared at me through the glass with bloodshot eyes. He hadn't stopped crying since he saw me. Like a madman, he kept repeating, "I'm sorry. Please don't leave me." I studied him coldly. "Did you kill Hailey?" "She deserved to die!" Shane roared. "She killed my parents! If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"

He killed Gemma and then took his own life at Ivy's grave. I stood over Clinton's lifeless body, feeling nothing. In my heart, he had long been dead. I didn't bury him alongside Ivy, as I believed she wouldn't need a father like him in her next life. After all, I could never forgive him. How could I forgive the man who killed our daughter? If I did, how could I face her? To me, Clinton was the murderer of my child, and I would never forget that. He deserved to be paired with someone as despicable as Gemma. There was no way I'd let him tarnish our daughter's next life.

"Like what?" "Like I was human. Like I was worth something. Like I was not a monster." I touched his face. "You are not a monster." "I have killed people." "So have I." "You killed to protect. I killed for revenge." I shook my head. "You killed to protect your family. That is not monstrous. That is human." He looked at me. His eyes were wet. "Why do you love me?" I was quiet for a moment. "Because you chose me. When no one else ever did. When my mother left. When my father died. When my sister betrayed me. You chose me."

And if I stay with him any longer… I’ll lose myself too. “Your love is enough, darling…” he whispered. His voice was soft, but I felt the weight of every word. Damn... that fúcking love! The rough touch of his palm brushed against my cheek again. The same hands that once brought me comfort now only brought pain and suffering. Was this all my fault? Because I couldn’t love him, he chose to kill. Because I couldn’t return his feelings, he took lives—the lives of people who only wanted to love and protect me.

Not like this. I stood firm facing Adrian. I love this man I said. I love the father he became despite every mistake. I love the family we built from the ashes of your pain. If ending this means I take the bullet then do it. But know that our love will outlive you. Our children will carry something better than revenge. Adrian’s hand shook on the gun. You really would die for him he asked. For all of them. Yes I said without hesitation. Every single day I choose them. That is what real love does. It chooses even when it hurts.

We fight through the armory, blades and claws and fire. “You could’ve had everything,” he pants, slicing my arm. “Power. Family. You chose a turned hunter.” “I chose love,” I snarl, slamming him into a rack of swords. “Something you’ll never understand.” He laughs, blood on his teeth . “Love won’t save you when he rips your throat out .” I pin him to the wall, claws at his throat. “I’m going to enjoy this .” He smiles. “Kill me and you prove you’re no better than him.”