Kill Me If You Can Bl Novels & Stories

“If someone dies while you’re busy trying to fuck me into next week, I swear I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident!” I groaned loudly, frustrated beyond belief, my cock throbbing painfully against her thigh even as I fought back a laugh. Only Kira could threaten murder and still sound adorable. “It better be worth it,” I muttered darkly, sitting up with her still in my lap, “or someone will truly die today.” I kissed her once more, possessive and deep, before letting her slide off me. Good thing the curse has been lifted. I can kill any one of them now without repercussions.

"The Blood Edict must be fulfilled." Killian stepped in front of me, his golden eyes burning with a murderous light that outshone the solar fire on his blade. "I've killed gods, armored corpse," Killian rumbled, his voice dropping into the terrifying frequency of the First Lycan. "You're just a speed bump." Killian launched himself forward, a golden meteor of wrath, as I raised my hands to summon the Void. The real fight was about to begin.

you were planning to kill me. Kimora: Self defense is not murder! (She says never once taking her eyes off of him) Xanne: Pause! No you actually wholesale intended to try to kill me just now what the fuck! (He says clearly annoyed and rubbing his head) Kimora: It's not murder if you don't resist! (She says slowly walking forward with her gun still trained true) Xanne: I was coming to tell you that we were going to land somewhere soon so you could walk around for a couple of days but I see that's not necessary! (He scoffed and turns around on his heel to begin walking away)

I said through clenched teeth, "You have no idea who I am." My jaw clenched, "You always said you preferred to kill with a knife, because it felt more...personal." I said beside his ear, "Well, you are right." I said as I twisted the knife in his guts and he gasped, "I can feel your blood seeping between my fingers and I gotta admit, it does feel better."

"Like maybe I committed murder and I'm now on the run?" He studied me for a long moment and appeared amused. "Right. You, with those skinny arms, a murderer? If anything, I'd probably have a higher chance of being one." He put on a mock menacing face, but I wasn't the least bit intimidated. My boss, Matthew Collins, had a harsh tongue and a soft heart. Life moved along peacefully. One day, as I mopped the floor, the volume of the video Matthew was watching was particularly loud. Suddenly, I heard Jonathan and William's names and froze, knocking over the bucket of water. Matthew glanced over. "Friends of yours?"

I don't care if you say so I don't care if you have me killed but you should know that once am dead no one would be able to break that curse again and you know what will happen when you become barren ,you would lose your pack and you won't have a child to call you father ,you would a lonely and boring life ,I promise you that . the hard smack that I fekt on my checks made me spit out blood . I fell to the ground and groan out in pains . "You want to die right , then I would make that dream of yours cone true , I'm making you my slave ,I think you will be good dead because the thought of you being alive is making my skin crawl ,I just wabt you dead "he said and the moment he finished s

He groans and whimpers; it's music to my ears as I crouch down and dangle the blood knife between my legs. “There are a million different ways I can kill you with this; I can make it quick or I can make you wish for death because I’m going so damn slow.” I’m taunting him; it's a dick move but it's been a while since I’ve been able to really take my kill with a fight.

The blade gleamed dangerously under the kitchen light as he raised it over the thick dildo on the counter. My heart stopped. “If you dare,” I said, my voice shaking with pure anger, “we’re done. I swear to God, Nova. If you touch that knife to my toys, we are finished.”

"I hate all of it. I hate that this is your life. I hate that you have to do this." "I know." "If something happens to you..." "Nothing is going to happen to me." She turns her head and looks at me sideways. "You don't know that." "No," I agree. "But I know that doing nothing is the guarantee I die again. So." She picks her coffee back up. Takes a long sip. Stares at the wall. "He's annoyingly good looking," she says finally. I almost choke on my coffee. "Sable." "I'm just saying. For a murderer." She tilts her head at the photo. "He's got a face."

From behind his back, he pulled out a sharp utility knife he had prepared before coming home and decided to personally destroy Nova, the demon who had killed me. "You don't get to replace Tina after killing her. You're not worthy." Right after saying that, he lunged forward and ruthlessly slashed the knife across Nova's neck. "Crack!" The knife sliced through her throat, exposing a chaotic mess of multicolored wires. Electricity crackled loudly, and the sweet smile on her face froze. She tried to speak, but the sounds she could make were only distorted glitch noises. Moments later, her body collapsed heavily onto the floor, and the light in her eyes went dark. She never moved again.