Kill Pop Novels & Stories

I added. @Death Wish

Out of fear of unwanted incidents, Kayson waited until the members of the sixth division were there before he left. The person who arrived was Keith. Kayson tapped his shoulder and said, “The sixth division shall claim the meritorious service.” Keith was astounded. Then, he walked over to take a look and inhaled sharply at once. “That’s Poison Pop!” Keith was shocked beyond comparison because that would be a huge meritorious service. The headquarters offered a rather handsome reward for the bounty of this man. Poison Pop had killed many Admiralporium captains, grandmasters, and pre-celestial fighters. Yet, he ended up being killed by Kayson.

“What happened, Eleanor?” “Alpha Killian is going to reject me, that is what happened…”

I’m gonna tip right over…} Ker-plunk. 0% Whirr. | SHUTTING DOWN

Mae didn't find the sight gory, it wasn't the first time someone was dying in front of her but she just couldn't believe the man who had single handedly killed six men to bring her yet was just shot dead by him. "This is a Russian pistol, Tokrev Tt-33," Leo was back to swirling the gun's trigger guard around his finger when he spoke to her."Someone recently gifted it to me and look, I just launched it." He laughed and brought his face to her."You didn't think I'd just kill you like that, did you?"

The bell rang, followed by music again. Slam shot at me imminently. I swear to God, I almost pissed myself. He looked like he was a psycho killer about to skin me alive. I threw myself on the ground and rolled a few feet before popping back up on the balls of my feet. Slam turned towards me and smirked a malicious smile.

"Kill his will of life." "Kill him."

Their own pup isn't even born yet. [I heard that they're not on good terms recently.] As I was about to close the page, a direct message popped up. The sender was Riley. I clicked on it. It was a holographic projection.

Let's end this. ***

Gun still smoking. Expression calm. Like he hadn’t just killed a man in the middle of a formal council meeting. "I don't really give a damn if you call her a murderer," Killian said, his voice steady and sharp like a blade. "You want to know the thing about people like us? We’ve all killed. Every single one of us. And the only reason we’re still breathing is because we’re damn good at it. If we weren’t, we’d be dead already. So spare me the moral high ground."