Kill Bill: Vol 1 Script Novels & Stories

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.

Bryan said. Mr. Bryan picked up his phone and called Kill, on the first ring he picked up. "How is the Mission going?" He asked to be killed. "Unfortunately, we cannot carry it out," Kill replied. "Okay we need a refund," Mr. Bryan said. "No refunds too. Stop calling this number if you don't want to lose your life within 24 hours, "Kill said and ended the call. "Is he crazy?" Mrs. Bryan yelled. "Where is our money?" Mrs. Bryan asked in a panic.

“The difference is I had her first.” The room goes still. My men stop breathing. I don’t react right away. I let the silence stretch, let it suffocate him. Then I speak, sticking the corner of the envelope of cash into the flame, lighting his money on fire. “You didn’t love her. You broke her. You hollowed her out and wore her down until fear was all she had left. And now you want to buy her back like that history’s a feature.” Killian’s smile slips.

She says, bending over and licking the blood on my face "Taste so nice" She gets up and finishes up the drink, breaking the glass on my body I could not hold the pain and anger in me this time, removing the pieces from my body "You seem to forget I know all your secret; How you forge his handwriting to sign a bill on his sickbed and also the deal you made with the Witty concerning the escape so as the company will be shut down and have him all to yourself" I speak up angrily "Are you not tired, Kim"

“What the hell are you talking about?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his coat, pulled out a thick stack of bills, and tossed them onto the desk of the greasy-looking man who turned out to be overseeing the sales. “She’s the one we want,” Killian said smoothly. WE? Who was this WE? The man hesitated only for a second before greed took over, and he snatched up the money with shaking fingers. Just like that. I’d been sold. Killian didn’t waste time. He turned, dragging me behind him, and I stumbled, barely keeping up with his long strides. My stomach twisted violently and I repeated my mantra for the thousandth time… This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.

"Sansa is now my guest. She’s under my roof. If you want to take her, you’ll need my permission." Killian smirked defiantly. "Sansa’s an adult. Let her decide for herself." Then he pulled out a folded cheque from his coat pocket and waved it like a white flag. "This is the cheque you gave to me. Ten billion dollars. The price you thought could buy me off. I never used it. Because I want my wife." Then, to everyone’s astonishment, he tore the cheque in half, then in half again. The pieces fluttered to the floor like confetti.

she half-yelled. A wide grin spread across the man’s lips. “Elias,” he whispered. It took Willa a few seconds to understand he had just introduced himself. She could only nod as her eyes darted around the ballroom, which was now empty. In the original script, the ballroom was like a sanctuary, unstained and pure, but now she had second thoughts. Before she could utter another word, the system chimed. [Player 07, perform your death.] “What?!” Willa’s voice cracked. “No... no, this isn’t part of the script,” she half-cried.

My scheme seemed to have a big loophole, which he knew himself. I began weighing my options. "Well, I'll pay Kalmia's bills so that I secure my contract." But then, the sinister thought came. "But paying her bills means I own her forever," I said, a wicked smile twisting. My eyes gleamed with calculation. "Williams said she has just three days to live. I have to act fast." The time was running out, and I knew he had to make a decision. New determination seeded in my eyes as I took my phone and dialed Williams' number. My mind was made up that I would do whatever it took to secure the contract.

His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles went white. Finally, he shoved it back at Lolette and turned to me, his face twisted with contempt. "So what's your brilliant plan then?" he asked, his voice dripping with venom. "Put everything we've been working toward for years on hold? Throw away decades of planning and positioning? All for some brats you didn't even know existed until an hour ago? All because this little gold-digger came crawling back with a convenient story and—" "Yes," I cut him off, my voice hard as steel. "That's exactly what I'm going to do."