Kill Me Now Book Novels & Stories

Kathy yelled over the howls of her pack members. “I didn’t know the slut went out on assassin missions. What? You need this many people to kill one human?” Kathy paused, her words catching in her throat at my insult. “Be kind to me, okay?” I said, aiming my first bomb right at her. “I am a human after all.” As the bomb detonated, all hell broke loose.

I wanted truth, not comfort. The Goddess answered. I woke again, aware, and holding the weight of what I had seen. My second life was not a blessing. It was a reset, a chance to walk the same path with open eyes. The world thought I returned as the quiet girl they expected me to be. They didn’t know I remembered every conversation they tried to hide. They didn’t know I carried the knowledge of my own murder. And this time, I wasn’t going to die quietly. This time, the one who poisoned me would face me while I still breathed.

Hundreds of pack members held their breath, waiting for the sacred moment. Everything was exactly as it had been in my past life. But I knew the truth. This honor was a mask for a lifetime of lies. I had died once before. Murdered on a cold winter night by the very boy I had raised as my own son. The feeling of my bones snapping, my soul tearing from my body… the memory was still raw. Now, the Moon Goddess has given me a second chance. I was back, just before my official mating ceremony with Aiden.

AN EXCERPT FROM BOOK 2; "The last time I felt fear was when my mother died. Ever since then, I have never felt anything close to that and never have I allowed myself to be vulnerable but seeing you in that state, in a pool of your own blood, I felt both fear and vulnerability at the same time. I... I didn't know what to do. Dropping to my knees wasn't because I feared those pointing their countless guns at me but it was because who keeps me living was lying in front of me, unconscious.... I realized Kemi, that though you are a positive influence to my life but I am the complete opposite. It was stupid of me to think there would be a happy ending for us and to even think it would be possible.

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

A scalpel, a syringe, forceps, scissors, some long needles, a knife, a bowl containing oil, and several transparent little bottles—vials, were all arranged on the table. Some containers were filled with a white, colourless liquid, and the rest held some kind of dark fluid in them. There was a big bag pack sitting in the corner of the table. Kevin watched him move over to the table. He took out a book from the bag. Recognition crossed Kevin’s features at the sight of the book. “Seven Most Painful Ways to Die,” the title read in bold red ink. The book he’d seen in Cedric’s room. T-Murek flipped pages to its centre and placed it on the table before him.

The evidence before me seemed to suggest a sinister motive, but I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the story that I was missing. I shook my head. Now is not the time to think about it. I need to follow Charles and stop him before he carries out his deadly plan. Before it gets too late. ****** ‘Now is the time.’ I smiled while holding the book that took me months to find, the book of Eklepō.

Curiosity tugged at me, urging me closer, step by careful step, to hear what was being said. Then, like a dagger to my chest, the words cut through the air: “Just kill her.” The book slipped from my trembling fingers, falling to the floor with a thud that felt louder than a gunshot. My heart froze. My breath was locked in my throat. Before I could run, before I could even scream, something sharp and heavy struck me. And then—nothing. When I woke, I was here.

he exclaims and laughed out loudly in an annoying way. "This is a beginning of my sixth year and the victim I bid for this time around is giving me a really tough time. I wanted to get entertained for a few days before I get rid of her, but I guess it's going to be sooner than expected" he cocked his gun and pulled the trigger and the bullet came piercing the door sending Alice and Powell to lay down back on the floor. "No one is going to stop me from the life I've chosen!" more shots on the metal door.

I watch with satisfaction as she goes flying across the room. The stupid bi*ch continues to talk, obviously suicidal because I'm this close to losing it and killing her. "You know it's probably for the best, you two never would have worked out anyway" she says smiling, fucking smiling. "I mean, after all it's your fault She is dead" she spits out making me lose any control I had. 3 YEARS AGO Klara (PoV) NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 21:30PM