Kill Me Love Me Novel Novels & Stories

Her nails dug deeper inside his body. “You love me, Cyra Zaiden Alvaro,” her tears aggressively fell from her eyes, hearing him whispering that truth in her ear, which had started terrifying her soul…that she had fallen in love with that man, who she was going to kill tonight. “You love me, amor,” he husked in her ear, started moving again, but this time a bit slowly and gently, making her feel every bit of his manhood caressing every corner of her inner walls and how much crazily she loved it.

"Y'know, I had a really bad feeling earlier. It felt as if I was about to lose you. It was so painful… Did something happen to you?" I lowered my eyes and raised the finger that I had bandaged up on purpose. "I was preparing a gift for you earlier and cut my finger accidentally." "A gift?" He studied my wounded finger skeptically. Then, I looked straight into his eyes calmly and said, "Yeah. It's right there in the drawer. You can open it after tonight." Matthew breathed a sigh of relief and tightened his hold around me. "Babe, I think I love you more than I imagined. My heart was in so much pain and I threw up blood even when all you had was this minor injury.

She tried crawling away, but the blood reached her, staining her clothes. I crouched beside her, smiling coldly. "Remember when you hit me with this pipe, Clara?" "It hurt so much." I touched my head where she'd struck. "The pain was unbearable. "I told you I wouldn't give you my heart. I said I'd leave forever. Why couldn't you let me go? "Did you know I wasn't quite dead when you cut me open? When you carved out my heart? It hurts so badly… "You hollowed me out. That heart was full of love for you, but you gave it away..."

Apart from silence and those lifeless eyes, she couldn't see any emotion in him at all. At this moment, the autopsy report in her hand felt unusually heavy. Aiden was a person she loved and hated at the same time. Her love for him was true, and her hatred for him was also true. Six years of torment, the indifference towards her and her father, the despair before death, the pages and pages of text in the autopsy report, and the battered body... "This is... this is Isabella's autopsy report." Isabella bit her lip as she spoke, but she stopped halfway.

It’s like he is calling me and punishing me for forgetting him. "No... I didn't. You are the only one I love." I mutter in my blank state, "Zach. I want Zach." I repeated them again, and I didn’t even notice as Clive had already approached me, and before I could escape, he had already carried me. I struggle in his hold, and yet he is just tightening his hold on me. "Let go! Let go of me!" I screamed and pushed him and even kicked my legs, but to no avail.

Peter must be keeping Alexis busy with a bedtime story. Musing, she began lining the stones up. What had she seen in his eyes? Did he love her? One by one she recited the old saying. ‘He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.’ On the twenty-fourth stone she stopped. ‘He loves me not!’ *** rley.’ She looked up as Alexis threw her a cherry. He’d been standing there watching her. ‘Catch.’ He smiled that devastating smile at her. ‘He loves you, very much.’ His words were said slowly, and simply because he meant them.

“You just killed my unborn baby and threw my friend out of this fucking window. How could you save me when you’re the one who destroyed me? You just…” “I fucking loved you, bitch.” He growled. “Couldn’t you fucking see that?” “You raped me.” I swallowed hard. “You killed our child. You just stabbed me to death. You even tried to kill me. What kind of love is this? This was not fucking love.” “Put down that knife,” he warned, cautiously stepping toward me. “Put that thing down!” “Okay, I won’t kill you.” “That’s… that’s it.” He stuttered. “Don’t do this. We have a long life to live. We could get through it together, Cami. I love you and I know you won’t do this.”

Sam was still reeling. That scene inside the mobile home had been so intense, he still couldn’t process it. That creep. The knife. The struggle. His cheek. And then Samantha. Killing him like that. It was unbelievable. Who was she? As he sat in the roadside diner, across from her in a booth, he looked her over. He was more attracted to her than ever—but also wary now. Cautious. She looked totally relaxed, sipping on her vanilla milkshake, and he couldn’t understand. Was this the same chick? Here she was, this totally cool and hot, awesome chick, who he loved hanging out with—and yet she had also been that crazy, psycho girl that totally killed that creep without even blinking an eye. Had she

“Do you understand?” I just continued looking at him, I was in no position to continue talking. Literally. “How did it get to this?” Nathan asked me, smiling sadly. “I mean all I wanted from you was your love. Is that so bad?” He removed the gun from my head as he spoke and gestured with it in his hand. “You were this close to falling in love with me, but that Yoké had to come and ruin it all. It’s so obvious, I’m so unlucky.” Nathan then placed the gun to his own head.