Novel & Cerita I Love A Woman That Can Kill Me

I just stared at her, struggling hard to keep my consciousness. She let out a cackle, the sound chilling. "You don't know, darling. You have no idea the pain I felt for years, watching him with other women... That man was my obsession. He was my everything, but he never saw me that way. He just saw me as a helpless little girl he was helping!" "He treated you right! You're just so unbelievable! Your love sucks!" I scoffed weakly, my voice barely a whisper. "Oh yeah, you’re right about that. My love sucks. But have you ever killed for someone you love?" she asked with a smirk, her eyes glinting with madness.

But what she doesn't know is, I'm punishing myself, here, again. F*ck my life! She is making every f*cking thing possible which I thought was impossible and no one could do it. If anyone could kill me without a weapon then it's her. Only her! She doesn't need a weapon to kill me. She, herself is a weapon and her body alone can kill me without doing anything at all.

“But she kills like she has all the time in the world to do it, doling out the most painful forms of slow torture. There’s no way a man can be that calculating.” Was he saying women were calculating? I didn’t get to point that out when he added, “besides, she has never left any of those sickeningly detailed messages on a woman’s body. My guess is that she still has some sympathy for her own kind.” His accuracy was alarming, even though it wasn’t the entire truth. I only killed men because I was either hired or instructed by The Viper to do it as part of my tests. They were all assholes who deserved it, which is why I didn’t flinch when I scribbled down my messages. The only woman who’d ever

I burned with hatred for her already. “I have learnt a man’s heart is fickle so I am not surprised but I am the only woman you can mate with. Unfortunately for you, I am not a woman who can tolerate her mate keeping a mistress. You also know I am impossible to kill so tell me, right now, who is she? I am going to kill her myself.”

shakily answered the woman; the sweat from her face dropped to the ground like raindrops. "The answer is really simple. It's because I despise the sight of them." The intensity of hatred that brewed in that woman's eyes was a sharp blade that could cut through steel. A flare of overwhelming power poured out of her, causing the room to vibrate and the glass to crack. The woman kneeling on the ground felt as if a hand was wrapped around her neck, squeezing the life from her before quickly vanishing.

She just can't deny those facts because she can't lie to herself, she did find him captivating that moment. But all those thoughts were sent down the drain when Calliope told her the truth about that man. It feels like everything was coming back to her. All emotions that she buried long time ago was dug up again and they were out chasing her. She took a deep breath, she's a strong woman and she just can't fall like that. She's firm with her decision to take that man down. It doesn't matter if the team's with her or not, she'll definitely kill him more ways than one.

This little woman… Looked absolutely capable of keeping that promise. “I wouldn’t do that,” I said, voice low, steady. “I would rather die. She is my woman, and I wouldn’t want to hurt her.” She nodded firmly, satisfied. “Good. Because now you have a daughter too. And you will soon understand what it means to protect a girl you love so deeply you’d kill the world for her. Especially when you see that she is deeply in love with the man who is now by her side.” I froze. Something heavy sank into my chest.

"Why can I no longer read your mind? What is it that has you in such deep thought?" "I fear that we shall be faced with a battle that shall lead to the death of either one of us or even possibly two, depending on which side you find yourself." "Did you hurt this woman so bad that she is willing to go as far as this?" "I am afraid to say that there is nothing as lethal as a woman that has had nothing but time to build up a rage so grand that she is willing to kill for it." "Well, I am just as afraid to say that she has just messed with the wrong Vampire. I might not be age-old, but I do have something far more superior."

The woman in my arms is still fighting, she tries to kick me and even bite my hand but I put more pressure on her until she realizes that my strength surpasses hers and she stands still, just sobbing. What am I going to do now? I can't let her go free and just ask her to please not say anything, I'm not that stupid. And I can't break her neck either because... well, that's a good option, but I'm not a murderer. That would stay on my conscience forever. Although... what's one human's life worth if I'm protecting thousands of werewolves? "I'm sorry, but I have to kill you," I say. The woman, who was already starting to relax, goes hysterical and crazy in my arms again.

Her heartbeat roared in her ears, nearly drowning out everything else. “Say. You are. Sorry,” the woman demanded. “Or I will kill you where you stand.” “You’re going to anyway.” “I hate you!” Her voice got higher; her hand shook more erratically. “You killed my only brother. The only person who loved me and took care of me.” Her finger curled around the trigger. Pierce didn’t respond at all. Clara bared her teeth. “I want you to die.” She meant that.