Kill La Kill Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

I heard a male voice and I lifted my head from Roselia's body and I saw Kill. "Because...because.." I did not even know how to tell him. How could I say it? Even I could hardly believe it myself. "What does it matter now?" Roselia said. "It should gladden our hearts that a woman finally cares for the Laird. Is that not what we all want?" She asked him and he looked away. I placed my head back on her laps and closed my eyes as she stroked me. "Lucifer will have us hanged if anything happens to you, so I beg of you not to go close to him." Kill pleaded and I nodded. I was not going to listen, but why make them know I would not when I could easily deceive them into thinking I would?

The contrast was a shock to my system—his skin was burning hot, while I was still shivering from the rain. When his fingers brushed against the lace of my underwear, a jagged spark of electricity shot straight to my core. I gasped, my back arching, my fingers digging into the hard muscle of his thighs. "Look at me," he commanded. I opened my eyes, my vision blurred by tears I refused to let fall. "This isn't romance," Killian said, his eyes tracking the way my chest heaved. "This is debt. This is you paying for every lie your father told and every penny Thatcher stole. If you want me to destroy them, you have to be destroyed first. Do you understand?"

“You heard him.” Killian’s forest-green eyes burned as he fell in step beside us, his big palm sliding down to grip my ass through my pants the whole way down the hall. The second the door to my quarters slammed shut, clothes started tearing. I shoved Lorenzo against the wall first, kissing him filthy and deep, tongues battling while my hand palmed the thick bulge already straining his jeans. “You chose me,” I growled against his mouth, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. “Your blood pulled you to that kill order eight years ago, but you still chose to bleed for me. Again and again.”

"Who knows, Alpha Lennox? I think you are capable of doing that. When I was at the pack, I heard gossip from the other servants that you once killed a delta for angering you." Alpha Lennox scoffed. "And you believe them?" "Why not? You are scary. I was even scared knowing you were my mate. Past tense. Were." I puffed out the air. "Hiring someone to kill you is cowardice. Suppose I want to kill you, Keira. I will do it with my own hands. It would be a fast kill." A shiver ran down my spine, imagining what he could do. "If you manage to kill me, I will make sure I give an extra fight. I will also kill you."

It was him. I mean, just look at him. He sat beside me and placed his hand on my leg, shivers ran through my body. Thank God my leg was not exposed today. I stared at his hand and back at his face but he never cared, he just casually kept on talking. "This is Killian, Roy and Mysha." They all seemed so cheerful compared to Marco. Killian was almost Marco's height, dark hair, same brown eyes but a little darker than Marco's, same features on the face basically but Marco was more handsome. Killian is married and his wife is drop dead gorgeous. Roy on the other hand is just engaged to his girlfriend, Killian is taller than Roy tho but Marco was taller and better looking than them all.

For a brief moment, I wished I could go back to before it all started. *Ivy* I heard Camila's voice echoing faintly down the hall. She and Max were in the lounge, probably discussing Ana… or more like, the mess I created. Well, should I feel bad? Probably. Not really. Not fully. I killed her. That’s the truth. I ended her life with my own hands, and now people were mourning her, not knowing the devil was still walking free. “Gosh, that’s so awful,” Camila said, her voice tinged with shock. “Who could do such a thing?”

my brother taunts. I’m going to kill Kier.

I loved him too much. Feeling Lucas’s silent, sadistic pressure, I lifted my gaze. I looked into Killian’s beautiful, broken eyes, and I drove the knife in myself. “I said no, Killian.” I made my voice cold, final. “Lucas is my MATE. We’re together. Accept it.”

'Two can keep a secret if one is dead, which he will be' Gerzi reminds me. "I knew you were hiding something all along, " Killian takes over his body once more beaming as if I've given him a gift. "A f**king Alpha. You're an Alpha. " He snickers, shaking his head at me. "This will only makes the fight sweeter. " I stretch my claws with one thought in mind as he shifted and launched towards me. For Leila. I lift myself from Killian's mangled body sometimes later, blood draining from my mouth and claws, torso soaked and senses clouded. I don't regret killing the nasty little bastard, he had it coming.

Unless… “What the fuck do you want, Killian?” I asked, glaring at the Lycan whose eyes met mine as he raised an eyebrow. “What the fucking hell do you want?” I looked at Alvize as he loaded his gun, “one shot from your mate and everyone in this household is going to die. And I won’t be stopping. If anything, everyone, and I mean everyone, that you knew, loved, or even saw will die. I will be forcing the two of you to watch before I have killed you,”