Novel & Cerita I Love A Woman That Can Kill Me

He will taste the wrath of this vaewolf. Women... We aren't weak just like what men think of. We can spit the most poisonous venom that can easily kill you and make you our slave easily. Women can slay too. I know that after these countless waves, I'll be able to make him taste his own medicine and make him regret everything he made me feel. I won't let him win against me this time because the venom that I was talking about will be the one to kill him in the most painful way he can imagine and at the most unexpected time where he won't even see it coming.

I'm saying it because the woman you are right now—she's not the woman I fell in love with. "That woman is dead," Annie said flatly, and she was standing now, her voice rising with each word. "She died in that warehouse when her mother was shot. She died when she realised that being soft gets you killed. She died, Killian. And this—" She gestured at herself, at her bald head and hard eyes and the lean muscle she'd developed from relentless training. "This is what's left. This is what survives." "Annie, please—" Killian started to stand, but Annie was backing away now, her voice reaching a volume that made him wince.

I see no one, and who would dare to enter my apartment at this hour? She’s still looking at me with that suspicious gaze, suspecting that I brought someone to kill her. Even if I wanted to kill someone, I wouldn’t use someone else’s hand, I would use mine, and the first person I killed would have to be Siska, not Kanya — a crazy woman who indistinctly screams. However, she is better than Siska. At least Kanya is not a hypocritical woman.

“You were sent here to kill me. That’s the only fact that matters.” “Then I would have done it!” The words burst out of me. “I’ve had chances. Plenty of them. In the dungeon. In your bed. Hell, you were just on the floor in pain. I could have snapped your neck. But I didn’t.” She laughed. It was a short, ugly sound. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. You couldn’t kill me if you tried. I told you. I am unkillable. I don’t mean it like a boast. I mean it for real. No blade, no poison, no man can do it. Not even wolfsbane.”

Maleck's pov Love was a phenomenal woman, indeed. She was a true alpha, a strong woman. She was one of the strongest lycans I'd seen. Despite being tortured, she managed to kill the witch. She didn't flinch when she held the dagger with magic and wolfsbane. I couldn't even hold the dagger for five seconds. The way she killed the dark witch was so satisfying to watch. I found it sexy. I even had a boner. I closed Damisha's petrified eyes and picked Love from the ground. I headed to the packhouse.

I crave the violence and bloodshed of a good hunt and war; I fuck whoever I want to sate my needs and kill without remorse. And yet this woman has the power to control me like a puppet, and she has no idea. She's my mate; she should be the most precious thing to me... But she's better off without someone like me in her life. I know that I need to reject this Bond so she can live... However, if tonight proved anything, even the ability to breathe is ripped from me the second she looks my way.

I shook my head while laughing. I'm sorry my dear husband because the woman you planned to kill will kill you. Not right now but I will make sure you die in my hands. Because I’m not just an ordinary person. I'm the person you wouldn't think I was like that.

But, I need a kiss to feel better. He pulls me closer to kiss me. - Be careful of your injury! - What injury? I’m fine, you heal all ailments. - I was so scared! I thought they had killed you! - But I am very much alive. And I went to get you. When I imagine that woman’s hands on you, I want to kill her over and over again. She dared to touch you; is she insane? You are mine, no one should touch what belongs to me. Whether it’s a man or a woman. I know I will kill many people in the future; no one should look at you, that beautiful backside is there for my personal pleasure.

It's like tables have completely turned, she is now the refined woman that everyone wants and I am the unwanted sister. “I will kill her,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “I will kill her so horribly she’ll beg for death just to escape the pain I’ll deliver.”

“I wasn’t trying to rescue you this time! I know what it’s like to live with murdering someone. If you had killed Stephen--” “What? I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself? I’d never have been able to look in the mirror again? Oh, please. I’d have looked at my reflection and seen the happy face of a champion, a survivor! What, because I’m a woman, I can’t handle death and destruction? I’m incapable of being fierce and deadly? News flash, short of murdering children, there’s not a single person in this world I wouldn’t slaughter for my own protection. If that makes me cold-hearted and a nasty, evil predator then pass me the goddamn crown and allow me to wear it with pride because I don’t