I Love A Woman That Can Kill Me Novels & Stories

I uttered, and this time, the woman started laughing. It looks like she's not herself. She even started to slap her face, while laughing so hard. I tilted my head while watching the woman as she hurt herself. Seeing her react like that gives me an idea that she is mentally sick. I feel bad for her, but this doesn't mean I should consider what she's doing now. She's still a threat and I have to deal with her. “My mission is to kill every single person who believes in love because there is no such thing. Love is a sin. Love doesn't exist. I am given a mission to kill those whom I knew engaged in the f*cking word, love!” She screamed at me.

The woman just said she would want me dead and I can't seem to think past her tits or how good it would feel to fuck her tits. “Why would you want to kill me? I've done nothing to you.” I tell her, a smile creeping on my lips. ”Yet.” “No.” she laughs, “I mean I would love to fuck me and kill me too.” My smile drops instantly, studying her closely, she's tense now. “Why is that?” “I'm not drunk enough for that answer to leave my lips.” she snarls, “And I won't be.”

"Right now. Or I will gut you right here on this street. I swear to God I will." I looked down into her eyes, and I knew, with a certainty that chilled the very blood in my veins, that she was not bluffing. This was not a game to her. This was her life, her hard-won freedom. And she would defend it with lethal force. The woman I loved was willing to kill me to keep me out of her life. The realization was the most sobering, the most devastating thing I had ever experienced. It was the final, unanswerable argument.

I was wrong “ Let me go” She shouted as I carried her with me. I held her tight that she could not move for a moment “ I want to kill her. She killed my son. I want her dead” She kept on shouting that I had to hold her with one hand and keep my other hand on her mouth “ Let me go” she kept of producing muffled sounds but I knew what she was talking about

And with daddy’s money and all her resources. Aaron ~”Hey like they say, be careful of what you do to a good woman, cause you just might have to deal with the bitch you created.” Am I relieved that my ex might want me dead and not some butcher. At least I am not getting tortured but is being killed by the woman you love not also torture? Everything I am is hers and I know that when she points that gun, I will not be pointing mine back at her

Her voice broke, and I leaped out of the chair and pulled her in a tight hug. “Nope. Not even close. Love makes us do stupid things. You know that I have been prisoned, left in a burning sauna, got kidnapped, slapped, hit, and held at gunpoint millions of times, but if I were to choose any other man entirely apart from the ones I have, I would rather choose a diabolical death. I am talking about being chained upside down and underwater kind of death. We love toxic, we are a magnet of toxic.” I said rubbing her back, she nuzzled in the crook of my arm. She snorted a burst of ugly laughter and then pulled me to her lap. She was always the taller one, so I just sat.

Matt The woman was killing me. Killing. Me. Dead. If it wasn't the strike-me-now bartender/musician side of her personality taking up all available retail space in my head, her sweater-wearing, endearing, generous side managed to complete the task. One minute she was my best friend, making me laugh until I required a respirator, the next she was taking me inside her body with reckless abandon and...making me require a respirator.

The woman snapped at her angrily. "No ..no plea..please leave him..please stop.." Zoya cried. "Then go away from his life.." The woman said. "no ...I will not. I love him.." Zoya said while wiggling from her grip on the hair. "Then I don't have any other option but to kill him," The woman said. "No please don't kill him" Zoya begged. "Then tell him that you don't love him," The woman said. "No...I will not..I love him.." Zoya said.

she said, her voice shaking with rage. “Sopra il mio cadavere (over my dead body).” Her gaze shifted slowly to Alina, dragging over her like a blade. “If I can’t kill you,” she continued, her tone turning cold, “then I’ll destroy what you love most.” My grip on Alina tightened instantly. “Your beautiful wife.” And then she pulled the trigger. I did not think, I did not hesitate. I pushed Alina away with all my strength and stepped directly into the line of fire.

My lips pulled into a wry smile. She shook her head almost angrily. “What am I to you? Your lover? Your girlfriend? A nice change from your usual whores?” My own anger spiked. “What do you want me to say?” “Nothing,” she said quietly. “I want the truth. I need to know what to expect from you.” "I love death. I love spilling blood and causing pain. I love to see terror in people’s eyes, and that won’t ever change,” I whispered harshly because it was true.