Kill La Kill Novels & Stories

The words hit me like dry tinder combusting into a fiery rage, a blaze that eclipsed my sorrow; my white wolf snarled, claws gripping the mud. "I'll kill you," I growled, throat raw and feral, hazel eyes blazing. My heart pounding—his lifeless body my spur—unwelcome thoughts of my parents' death, secrets Kiara might harbor that could cut through riddle and vengeance, burned me deeper. I'd kill her for Finn, for me, to get an inkling of the truth. Kiara's laughter was a shard of death. "I’m stronger than you, Luisa,” she grinned, narrowing her brown eyes. “You’re the one who’ll end up dead.”

“DUFFER” “SO WHAT D’ YA SAY, GUYS ?” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “LOUDER !! THEY CAN’T HEAR YA !!!!!” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !”

I bit my lip hard, my voice shaking uncontrollably: "Kieran, are you just going to let Owen act so recklessly!" "Just like last time when you nearly killed my mother, now you want to kill me too!"

"Watch out!" Alec reacted instantly. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me behind him, then snapped out a vicious roundhouse kick that sent the man flying. The man screamed as he staggered backward several steps. But like a completely unhinged madman, he used the momentum of the kick to lunge toward Eliza instead. "If I can't kill her, I'll kill you! It was you phony Samaritans who got my brothers killed!" "Help!" Eliza shrieked, terror written all over her face.

“That guy trouble?” “Yeah,” she said, her voice steady. “He tried to kill me once. He might still want to.” Dee’s expression darkened. “Then we make sure he doesn’t get the chance again.” Aire smiled, a dangerous curve of her lips. This time, she didn’t need to fight alone. Dee’s presence gave her a sense of strength she hadn’t realized she needed. Together, they were more than fire—they were a storm. The figure in the alley moved slightly, just enough for Aire to catch the motion. She leaned closer to Dee. “We leave now. Before he decides to make a scene.”

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

“What the fuck, Kill?“ I say, my chest rising and falling. “No one touches what’s mine,“ Killian says. “No one, Dawn.” >>>>

Kill! Kill! Kill! There’s nothing I can’t do now. All I can think of is causing him pain, as much pain as I can possibly give. It’s at this point that I hope for more that I know he’s close. There’s only so much a body can take before it starts to fall apart. It hasn’t bled enough, it hasn’t cried enough, it hasn’t despaired enough. I lean down as tears leak from his eyes. The small weakness is enough to make me smile.

"This is about the funeral we held after the fight. After you bashed my brother's skull in and killed him!" "It was a fight! Everyone knows there are risks! I didn't mean to kill him!" Mark roared at whoever was standing next to me. I tried to ignore the feeling of someone twirling a piece of my hair as everything clicked into place. The way he shut down when Deidra had asked me if anyone had ever died while we were on our way to the nurse, and the way he shut down when I jokingly called him Killer. It bothered him because he was one. He had killed someone. It was unintentional, but the blood was still on his hands.

Kill smiled widely on hearing this, the one thing he was dying to do was have her on his bed, pumping and grinding hard into her core. "Let's go in", he clasped her hand and led her from the driveway. They walked together, passing the garage door and went to an open space filled with expensive cars of all colors. Lilah wasn't that surprised, she knew who Kill was but never had she dreamt of being with him or having any casual relationship with him. Kill was known for his selling cars and dealing in drugs. He got the money and he was doing amazingly well, but she never considered him. They walked forward, and he led her to an underground stairway. Wait, was his house under ground? She asked h