Novel & Cerita Kill La Kill Mother

I couldn’t hold my weight anymore and I fell to the floor, unconscious. “I killed your mother, Muriel,” the evil tone of Luna Glenda shot an arrow straight to my heart. She was on her deathbed, frail, and thin. I was standing right next to her, my hand plastered on my mouth. Her dry skin seems to be cracking, peeling off her skin. Her close-set eyes deepen in crimson, sending cold shivers down my spine as I stare into them in disbelief. My knees were as soft as rubber as I struggled to stand still, hearing the wicked confession of Luna Glenda. “She dared steal what was mine, reducing my self-esteem to nothing. She proved to be worthy and I had to eliminate her. I killed her because I was jea

“Help yourself.” Kyra was still shocked as to what had just happened all of a sudden. Clearly, she didn’t remember this happening, because it never did, else she would have known what to prepare herself for. Her mother fell but she quickly caught her in her arms and then, she suddenly moved her eyes to the floor and she didn’t see her little self lying there anymore, instead, she was right behind her mother and Kyra saw herself smiling back at her in the most devilish way. She had just killed her mother.

I couldn’t drop to my knees, claw at the grass or even let the tears fall. Killed my mother? How? How the fuck? “ How…” My voice broke. “ sure her mother died in childbirth. How can a newborn be responsible for that? ” Alpha King smiled. Fucking smiled like it was amusing to him. “ She didn’t die in childbirth. The girl killed her mother with the burst of her evil powers. Made the poor woman explode into tiny pieces when she held her for the first time. ” My knees weakened. I clenched my hands by my side, barely standing on my feet.

-So you hit Cara Styles?- My mother asks with her mouth open- That girl is a bitch. -Mother! - she exclaimed as I laughed at her behavior. -She had it well deserved- she says, clashing my hand with hers as she watches me leaning on the chair and with the kitchen towel in her other hand. -But that's not the important thing, I'm telling you that I saw the man who killed Ali- she murmured in a lower tone. My mother sighs.

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,

“A little late for that.” Kasper’s eyes flick to him. “I learned from him. That is not the same as becoming him.” I actually laugh. It comes out sharp and ugly. The kind of laugh that happens when your body doesn’t know whether to sob or bare its teeth. “You killed our mother.” The words hit the clearing and stay there. Heavy. Still. And yet, Kasper’s expression does not change. “Because she saw too much,” he says. No softness. No shame.

But there was nothing he could do. "I told you." Khal continued, and his voice dropped low. "I won't be the one to kill her. You will. And the time has come. You will feel the pain I felt the day I lost your mother." "Why are you doing this?" Kieran yelled, his voice shaking with emotion. "Mother wouldn't have wanted this. She's dead! She's been dead for years! You have to move on." Khal's face darkened suddenly. In a flash of movement, he appeared before Kieran and the black smoke wrapped around him, holding him in a tight grip.

I wept. I took another few steps before I saw Momma and Daddy, surrounded by the stream of the red river—the mix of rain and their blood. Their eyes were open, and my Momma seemed to look at me, but she didn't say a word. Momma's neck was torn, as was her belly. Daddy's hand… His hand was gone. His neck and face were scratched so deeply that they missed large parts of skin. They were dead. My parents were dead. The pain, horror, and devastation crowded within me and erupted in an ear-shattering cry. Tears glued my eyes together as if to protect me from the terrifying sight. I shuddered. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't…

“If hatred were all this was, I could simply walk into that operating room and let the scalpel drift a quarter of an inch.” My voice remained calm. “Just like you did twenty years ago.” His eyes widened. “But I won't.” I straightened. “Because I didn't spend the last twenty years becoming the person I am today for the sake of revenge.” The hallway fell silent. “I'm refusing this surgery because I have more respect for that scalpel than anything else in my life.” I held his gaze. “Your family didn't.” My voice hardened. “That's why my mother died.” I paused.

Ever since I was little, I knew my mom didn't want me. My dad, though, kept telling me that she loved me, but some complicated stuff was keeping her away. He said that once I grew up, I needed to find her and claim my place in her life. I always figured he was just making things up so I wouldn't grow up resentful of the motherly love I never had. Then the debt piled up. Dad was scrolling through TikTok, looking for any way to drum up sympathy online, when he suddenly let out a wild yell. "Scrappy! Look, it’s your mom! Pack your stuff, we’re going to find her!" I stared at the screen. The woman in the video was stunning, effortlessly poised, and dripping in old-money elegance. A cold pi