Kill For Me Kill For You Novels & Stories

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

Needed to wait for the perfect moment. And when that moment came? I. was. going. to fucking. kill. him.

He looked at me and smiled. “We kill daily.” Ken told me. “What? What do you mean?” I asked Ken, keen to know how we kill daily and who do we kill. “When I fuck you, for example, and ejaculate but the sperms do not meet an egg, they all die. Remember all those are potential human beings dying right inside there…” Ken said and pointed at me where my vagina would be. I just laughed at how crude the joke was.

* Expressionless, Killian snapped Dad's neck. Two elderly corpses lay on the expensive carpet, blood pooling around them. Killian stood between the bodies, gasping for air. His gaze shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to utter dead silence. He looked at his hands and suddenly let out a laugh that made my blood run cold: "Hahahaha..." "Is this love?" "Love is a weakness! Love is death!" "I don't need this! No one gets close to me ever again!" [Player Keal: Deceased.]

Spitting at him, my mom shouted with a gloomy look in her eyes, "Get lost! Go away! You have no right to mention Lydia's name! You murderer! It's your fault! You killed my baby Liddy!" Tears streamed out of the corners of Caleb's eyes. He gripped his head in pain as he said shakily, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry, Mrs. Wells… I didn't know… I didn't know that was Liddy's urn… I didn't know she'd die because of this! She should be fine… She had to be… "I didn't mean to hurt her… I just… I just wanted her to compensate for the wrongs she had done in the past… Mrs. Wells, can you please give me a chance? I'll make it up to you…"

The fear almost overwhelmed my sorrow for my mother's death. James must have found something, but I couldn't let him catch on. I glanced around, tears still streaming, and raised my voice so others would hear. "Captain Miller, let go of me! My mom just died. I need to go down there for her!" The crowd turned their attention to us. They saw me crying bitterly. Some started speaking up for me. "Yeah, whatever it is can wait. Let her see her mother first!" "The poor girl just lost her mother. Nothing is more important than that!"

she told him looking worried “Hey, your brother mentioned something about your limited knowledge about this place, how long have you been here?” “About a year or more, I can’t tell anymore" she looked him straight in the eyes “it wasn’t easy getting to this place". “I ......-" he waited for a customer to pass by before he continued in a lowered voice “I wanted to know, that first guy we killed-" “You mean YOU killed" she cut him off “Ok" he sighed “the one I killed, he called me something, he called me Jhin I think, is that my name or is that even a name”

Snarling and using all my strength, I pressed my hands on his throat, cutting off his air source. "Where. Did. You. Hear. That?" My body shook in a fury. Kill! Kill! Kill! my mind shouted. I cut off his air supply even more. The fastest kill would be a stab in his heart. But I did not want him to die quickly. He will suffer until he begs for his useless life. Perseus thrashed. I slammed his body on the wall, seeing a crack on the impact. “Die, bastard!” Kill! Kill! Kill!

—Yes, your answer will help me decide what to do next: kill you or fuck you. "You said that killing me would be a huge problem for you, so don't want to entangle me that sooner or later you'll end up doing the latter because you can't do the former."

“Choose. Kill Kael, or yield your power and be sealed.” My pulse was hammered. Loud. Like war drums in my brain. Kill him or lose myself. Kill him or lose everything. Kill him or “I refuse,” I breathed. Silence. It was not nice. It was heavy. Sharp. A silence that cut deeper than knives.