Kill La Kill Sisters Novels & Stories

She looked round and she realized that Williams was the one that killed her sister. Layla was thrown into a state of disquietude as she cleaned the tears that welled up in her eyes. The grotesque image of her pregnant sister kept replaying in her head as she crumbled to the floor and cried her eyes out. She didn't care about the attention she got from the onlooker as she bawled her eyes out.

She still couldn't believe her perfect plan had fallen apart. ______ Kelly protested, pounding the table with her cuffed hands. Until the one person she despised the most appeared before her. "Harper Laurier, why the hell aren't you dead yet?" Kelly spat venom. "I'm disappointed my sister has been trying to kill me," Harper wiped the spittle from her face. "I'm not your sister!" Kelly roared, "And don't think this is over. Even if I die, my spirit won't spare you." She struggled against the chains that bound her hands and feet, making a tremendous noise, but it was in vain.

“No, my sister got the brains. I’ve got other specialties.” Killian didn’t bat an eye, but he didn’t ask what those specialties were either. Candi didn’t like it when her sexual enticement skills didn’t work and went into a full-blown pout. Unfortunately, it was short lived. “So, are you friends with Lenny Brower?” she asked in her sweet but bitchy voice. “I’m friends with all my teammates.” Killian glanced my way, gave my hand a small squeeze under the table, and turned back to my sister.

Collins said, and Sharlene widened her eyes. "Oh my god, how could I not pinpoint it? She is the legendary LK?" Sharlene squealed before sitting childishly. "She is an unknown killer with mysterious motives. What is legendary about her?" I asked her, feeling strange that she thought a mere killer was legendary rather than her brother, who was a king, and she snapped her head towards me as if offended.

I went down to get some water and something to eat since I missed dinner. After two glasses of water, my head was clear. While waiting for my food, I decided to email my therapist to book me an emergency session. I couldn't wait another week to talk to her. I haven't fully opened up to her nor have I listened to her. But there's a comfort that comes with her talking to me and trying to get me to talk. At the expense of my account balance of course, Nia didn't come cheap. After I sent the email, I was checking my inbox and then I saw it. Another terminated deal. They cut ties at the worst possible moment and they left no room for negotiation. This was the one deal that was supposed to keep us

“Well, I’m not. When you pushed me off the cliff and I woke up, I found myself in a hospital. The doctors told me I survived, a mysterious man helped me, but I never got to meet him." A short laugh left my mouth. “You think I would believe that? Why would I kill my own sister?” She stepped closer, her lips curling into a forced smile. “Because, Lorenzo, I loved you. You didn’t want to be trapped in a step-siblings situation, that’s why you chose to push me off the cliff.” My fingers twitched at my side. “I’m asking for the last time. Who are you?” She lifted her chin. “You know, Lorenzo. Is that what you want to do now? Act like you don’t recognize me because you’re scared of what happened b

"Shut up! Who do you think you are? The woman I love is Eliza, and I'm your brother-in-law! I haven't come after you yet for lying to me that Eliza was pregnant with a girl." Denise suddenly screamed hysterically, "Eliza, you bitch! Do you think you've won?! And you, Simon! Don't even think that you can get away with this just because you're denying everything. "Simon is mine, Eliza! Do you have any idea how many times we did it on this bed? I've even worn your clothes in that closet over and over. Hahahah…" Denise suddenly laughed crazily. Simon ran over to kick her. After that, he even stepped on her face. He looked down at Denise from above with clenched teeth and roared at her, "What non

I expected news of her death to come quickly, but two months passed. The household of three remained quiet. Nothing happened. Uneasy, I went home one weekend. The moment I walked in, I found Poppy kneeling in front of Mom. Upon seeing me enter, Poppy did not stop. "Mom, please just die already. This life is hell! If you don't die soon, I'll be the one who dies. "You know what I saw on James's phone? A group chat called the ‘Wife-Killer Club’. He said he's sick of me and is going to kill me soon! Mom, can you really stand watching your daughter die right in front of you?

I didn’t realize I even hoped for him to love me. And now, my sister, who’s supposed to love me, who I thought loved me, has tried to have me killed. “They’re going to keep coming for you,” Clare continues, “It’s not your fault.” “Because of these ominous ‘greater forces?’” I snap. “Yes.” She shrugs helplessly. “If you and Nathan never mated, you wouldn’t be in danger.” “No shit?” I laugh in disbelief. “You were willing to kill me. Your own sister,” I hope she feels as much disgust toward herself as I do.

the other sister said. "We have evidence," Tabitha said, pulling out a file. "She was killed by the organization as a sacrifice to open the gate of hell." The sisters were sobbing now, and I felt a pang of sympathy for them. Losing a sibling was never easy. But something about the situation seemed off to me. "Wait a minute," I said, stepping forward. "How do we know these sisters aren't part of the organization's plan?" "What are you talking about?" Tabitha asked, narrowing her eyes.