Kill Pop Novels & Stories

"I heard your conversation. About Cecilia, about the price I had to pay, about all of it." Adrin began to tremble. "Tell me the truth, Adrin," I said, sitting up, the power of my own bloodline radiating from me. "Tell me exactly how Marcus killed Rylan." "Luna, please, don't—" "Tell me!" Adrin collapsed to his knees, utterly broken. "It… it was wolfsbane," he choked out. "A slow-acting dose, mixed into Rylan's milk every day. Little by little… by little…"

I don't want any of us from District G to be eliminated. As our glass cylinder opens, all tributes started to run towards the Patag center to get some bags... for protection. And everyone started to beat each other until they'll be eliminated. Ulap, Token, Vani, Keithwarth, and I—the five hopes of District G, of Grass, shall let the letters let us... to live. And Giovanni, my Giovanni. I love him... because he is part of the team.

K asked, her voice a soft, ghastly whisper. Jesse heaved another puff from his Newport and blew it all out the window after a few seconds of keeping it in. "Talk about a silent treatment going home," he scoffed, tapping the ashes off of the end of his cigarette with his index finger. "And now you wanna dig this up?" He wasn't making any eye contact, and was just blankly staring outside.

A giant marble fountain sat directly in the center of the town square with a tiny angel shooting a stream of water from it's bow at the top. "I informed everyone to steer clear." Alpha Killian spoke up, as if reading my mind. He didn't look in my direction but the way he said 'informed' gave me a chill. I had a feeling there was nothing polite about the way he 'informed' the members of his pack.

Keyboard Overkill

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Dual, Khyle and Gunner _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Nearly two hours later Gunner was slamming the button home, taking Khyle out with head shot after head shot in the fiercest first person shooter game they'd played yet. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

The words tore from my lips. I scrambled off the couch, collapsed to the floor. Crawled away on shaking hands and knees. I killed her. I killed her. A choked sob escaped me. My whole body shook, drenched in sweat and terror. Sophie lay there—perfect lips parted, skin flushed—but still. So still. Tears blurred everything. My chest heaved with broken sobs. I’d wanted to escape—not… this. What have I done? My stomach lurched. I barely made it to the corner before vomiting, shaking uncontrollably.

Declared the Loudspeaker, making all of us turn to the way we came in, "Straight down the hall, you will find your living quarters. In each of your rooms will be a detailed explanation of what you are all going to be participating in." "Why do we need a tutorial for fucking murdering?!" Poppy finally spoke, seeming very panic stricken. "As for motivations," The speakers went on, ignoring Poppy's concerns, "I will be personally giving out motivations that will make you all want to kill." "How can you be so sure of that? We all have different views on things!" Joseph rebutted.

she told him looking worried “Hey, your brother mentioned something about your limited knowledge about this place, how long have you been here?” “About a year or more, I can’t tell anymore" she looked him straight in the eyes “it wasn’t easy getting to this place". “I ......-" he waited for a customer to pass by before he continued in a lowered voice “I wanted to know, that first guy we killed-" “You mean YOU killed" she cut him off “Ok" he sighed “the one I killed, he called me something, he called me Jhin I think, is that my name or is that even a name”

How did the wind blow it over when it was so heavy? Soon, my consciousness began to fade, and my eyelids grew heavier. I slowly collapsed into the pool of blood, my heartbeat slowing as time passed. I could feel my vitality slipping away. Before I died, I managed to dial a number, and I heard the sound of the door unlocking from the fingerprint lock. I assumed it was Harvey, but my eyelids no longer could stay open, fluttering shut eventually. But at my very last moment, I heard a phone ringing—and it was gradually closing in.