Kill Me Now Book Novels & Stories

Keira chanted to herself, moments before her cool trigger finger squeezed, releasing the bullet of her first kill from her gun. The Eye of Imperium looked different today, tainted by bodies and blood. How many times had Keira walked through those doors with her head held high? Now as her brothers and sisters in arms fought for different ideals, pumped lead into each other and pierced skin like they were strangers, every bit of her questioned how she was still standing. As she watched the life leave the king of murder's eyes, an almost angelic smile graced his face when he realized who had been his undoing.

“If we can’t get rid of her that way, we can still kill her. After all, 300 million dollars is enough for us to live abroad.” A chill ran down my spine. They were so ruthless. They actually wanted to kill me! If that were the case, I would not show them mercy either. I called Lucius’s cousin in the middle of the night and invited her over for a few days. In my previous life, my mother-in-law gave up trying to cure me. She got me home. Then, Lucius’s cousin took it upon herself to take care of me. But she called her boyfriend over. They openly seized my bedroom. Besides, her boyfriend sneaked into my bed and forced himself on me when she was not around.

The man who'd once schemed to kill me for money had been reduced to begging for cigarettes and a decent meal. I smiled and pulled a piece of paper from my bag. It was a copy of the blueprint I'd designed for our dream home all those years ago. The beginning of my nightmare in my past life. "No money. But I can give you this." I took out a lighter and set the blueprint on fire right in front of him, then let it fall to the floor as it burned to ash. Gabriel seemed like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't catch his breath. The heart monitor began to shriek.

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

She's nothing but a husk of the person she was. Anger and sadness ripples through me. I barely even knew her, but she was one of the few people at Hawthorn who welcomed me in with open arms. She didn't whisper when I entered a room or treat me like I had the plague. Which one of the Silver Hunters was responsible for her death? My fingers curl into the dirt. I want to find that person. I want to make them pay for what they did. Energy courses through my veins, and I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. I'm dangerously close to losing control, and with no immediate enemy to direct that aggression towards, I don't know what might happen.

‘Friends! Listen to me’, cried the young man in white blood-stained chiton, whose sister has been forcibly abducted by the prince of this tribe. Everyone had gathered there to listen to what Argus had to say. Argus, along with Selene and a few others stood on a high platform in front of the fort, made especially for announcements and delivering speeches. Fabian has been carried to his chambers for rest and treatment. The corpse of Karmen was covered by a cloth and was laid on a jeweled bed nearby. All around people talking in hushed tones. Women were silently shedding tears. Men were whispering the grave tidings among each other. Everyone had one question: who killed him and why?

Something is off, but still, I am biting the bullet. Death is the answer if 't be true thou art unw'rthy. The relic shall killeth all unw'rthy being who is't shall did lie handeth on the relic. That means, whoever touches the stone unworthy will die. I feel like I'm feeling heavy. How can I say that I deserve it when I know from the beginning that I don't deserve it? "Do you want me...to die?" I said weakly but I knew the voice could hear me.

I slowly reached for the dagger. I pulled it out. Quietly. Carefully. The moonlight hit the blade. Someone behind us chuckled. Probably Marcus. I held the dagger between us, not raised. “I’ll fix this,” I said under my breath. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “By killing me?” I almost laughed. But I didn’t. I stood. Held the blade high. “I’ll do it,” I said loud. Calm. Elias looked pleased. “Then do it.” I looked at Sebastian one last time.

Kim Lee paused allowing what he said to be digested by Both Abel and Jack at his back who was still mourning the death of his son. "This was a set up" Abel muttered. "You knew i will come for Jack" "I just wanted to meet the famous Abel Oliz before he died. Why do you think I came down myself to oversee the assassination." Kim laughed. And suddenly the lights of the mansion went off.. leaving the whole house in darkness. "Walking dead"... . . . To be continued ©2021

"Kill them. Kill them. Kill them." "It's too late," Greyson whispered. "No one is getting far enough away. We haven't got enough time." "Kill them. Kill them. Kill them." The chant was even louder. Even closer. "Kill them. Kill them. Kill them." "Kill them. Kill them. Kill them." "Kill them. Kill them. Kill them." Indianna reached for Greyson's hand and looked at the front door of the pack house, watching as the door swung open slowly, the hinges creaking loudly in the silence.