Kill Pop Novels & Stories

"Why do I feel like she knows it's a killer outside the door? Her gaze screams fierce determination." "If I'm not mistaken, she's holding potassium permanganate and… glycerine suppositories?" "I think I know what she's about to do. Holy shit, this is intense!" … I stood in front of the door. This time, I didn't wait for the killer to break in with a chainsaw. Instead, I opened the door myself. Even as the comments screamed for me not to open it, the door creaked softly. I lunged forward and threw the liquid I had prepared onto the person outside. Immediately, a sharp, acrid smell filled the air. The liquid reacted violently, and the figure in front of me was engulfed in a sudden, blinding bu

She wasn't just an assassin. She was a nuke. "You want to hit the armory?" "Tonight?" "Why wait?" Arielle asked. "You purged the spies." "Kaelen is blind right now." "He doesn't know we know." "Let's hit him while he's deaf and dumb." Lycian grinned. A wolfish, savage grin. He liked this plan. He liked her. "Prepare the jet," he said into his comms. "Combat loadout." "We're going hunting."

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.

A predator sensing the kill. It didn't take long. A few more expertly placed hits, a perfectly timed uppercut, and the man crashed to the ground like a felled tree. The referee didn't even bother counting. The fight was over. Kane had won. Again. The crowd erupted, chanting his name, screaming for more, but Kane barely heard them. He stood over his fallen opponent, breathing heavily, his knuckles bruised and bleeding. The thrill of the fight was still there, but it wasn't enough. Not anymore.

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

the freckled male countered. “Fucking shit talker. Better live up to your damn sass,” the alpha growled before launching a telegraphed right hook. It was a fatal flaw Lexus had. If you knew how to rile him just right, he would fall back on outmatched strength instead of his tactics.

6 DARRAGH “H oly. Fucking. Fate. Is he ripping its spine out?” The young male that Killian brought with him whispers under his breath, but there’s nothing wrong with my ears. I am ripping its spine out. Actually, I’m cracking it apart, vertebrae by vertebrae, and pitching the bones as far as I can in opposite directions. That’s how you kill this thing. If it can be killed.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

"Could you… Could you drop the charges? I'll handle Maya. I will deal with this myself. "We grew up together. I cannot watch her go away like this." I looked at him. The cold went through to my eyes. "Watch her go away. You think she is salvageable." I pulled my phone out and brought up another video. Late at night. Maya was creeping around the kitchen of my house. She tipped a packet of something into my milk on the counter. I had been pulling our home cameras for the divorce. I had not expected to find this. My voice was raw. My hand was shaking.

“She's bleeding.’’ One of the guards says with fear crossing his eyes. “Just imagine it's a virgin while fucking her then.’’ The second guard shrug. By now I can feel consciousness slipping rapidly from my face. “Don't be silly. We weren't ordered to kill her yet.” “She's still going to die anyway. Does it matter when?’’ The second guard’s strong opposition is the last thing I note before darkness swallows me. *** ALPHA KLEIN'S POV I'm trying to listen to Aurelia telling me stories of every picture as we look through a photo album, but it's impossible with Xaia flipping restlessly in my head, thinking about that omega. “This.’’ Aurelia points at a picture, her beautiful blue eyes growing sof