Romans & histoires Kill Or Be Killed

"You killed him" "You killed him-" To be continued...

"I'm not—I'm not helping you kill someone—" "You are not killing anyone. You are just setting up a date to help me save more people." Karma spoke in a cold tone. "Do we have a deal or not?" Mia looked at her phone, then at Marcus, and back at Karma. "Deal." She stood up to leave. "Mia." The girl froze, then turned back. Karma smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "If you double cross me, I will find you." Mia nodded once slowly.

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

I killed him! ***

"You just started noticing." Before I could ask another question, Instructor Kael entered. The room straightened instantly. He wrote three words across the board. Power. Loyalty. Choice. “Uh-uh… I thought the class was over,” I murmured. "No wolf survives alone." His voice echoed through the room. "But choosing the wrong ally..." He turned toward us. "...can kill you faster than choosing the wrong enemy." Something about the sentence made the card inside my pocket feel heavier. The lesson passed in a blur. Every example somehow reminded me of Adrian; it sounded like it had been written for me.

When Ryan saw that I still refused to speak, he pressed his fingers to his temples and sighed. “You should know that if you say nothing, you’ll only end up receiving the death penalty. “But if you had a reason…” He trailed off in a sigh. But there was something I knew for sure. I killed my family, the people who loved me. Any reason I gave would not be able to save me. In our silence, someone knocked on the door. Ryan got up and went out. Before he closed the door, I caught the sound of furious scolding. When I heard the fleeting voice, my lips turned up at the corners.

Ahhhhh you don't really know how to listen, it's okay that your parents died early because they'll just regret that they lived with a child like you who is useless. Go away, you don't matter .. I WILL KILL YOU ... Hahhaha what? You? Hahahahah get away....... Outch let me go .. I KILL YOU .. i will kill you, you deserve to die Shannie let go of me shaniee .. You must die you must be killed ... Ahhhhhhh please stop please stop i beg you please ahhh ..ahhh ... ahhh HAHAHAHA killed him hahah she's dead

I let out a scream but it comes out as a squeal due to the duct tape on my mouth. "Stoppp!" Trent barks, now looking at me on the verge of tears. He's fighting not to cry. Sophie snickers. "Stop what? You're the one doing this to her... Not me." "I told you to kill her! But you're such a coward you can't kill her, can you?" Trent snaps spitefully. Sophie burns in rage and is about to pull the trigger when Keith steals the gun from her. "Honey, can't you see that's what Trent wants? For you to kill her so that you have nothing to torture him with. Killing Becca is what he wants you to do. And if you do, he will adamantly refuse to sign the documents..."