Novel & Cerita Kill Pop

K's getting hit on again by another guy. You've gotta be shitting me.

"I brought some of Ivy's photos. Do you want to see them?" He hesitated. He looked unsure how to refuse. I pretended not to notice his discomfort. Slowly, I reached inside my jacket. I didn't take out any photos. I took out a syringe. Raymond reacted quickly, trying to step back at once. His eyes went wide. His voice trembled as he asked, "What are you..." I was faster. I had rehearsed this moment in my mind a thousand times. The syringe pierced his neck. He only got half his words out before his body went limp.

“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

Her chest stopped moving. Nyla Harper was dead. In the doorway, Eric stepped back from the chaos and pulled out his phone. He turned slightly away from Lisa, his finger hovering over a contact name. Then he pressed call and lifted the phone to his ear. After two rings, someone answered. Eric's voice dropped to barely a whisper, but in the sudden quiet of the room now that the machines had stopped screaming, his words carried perfectly clear. "It is done."

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

The blindfold which clung to his face was already damp with sweat. Karma stood over Marcus's naked body, she then reached for her bag, and brought out a ball that could fit into a mouth, she leaned on the bed and slashed his cheek with the knife. Horrified, Marcus opened his mouth to scream, but Karma placed the ball into his mouth, stopping him from screaming. She then covered his mouth with a cloth, tying it firmly by the side. Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive.

Something was peeling off the inside of me. There was a hot flood between my legs. I screamed. The world went black.

My foot slammed directly against his wrists, knocking the heavy gun cleanly out of his hands before he could pull the trigger. Without giving him a single second to recover his balance, I pulled my leg back and drove my boot forward a second time, landing a brutal, crushing kick right in the middle of his face. The heavy impact made a sickening smack sound, and his head snapped backward violently as he fell flat onto the floorboards of the van, groaning in total defeat.

He was dead. I killed him.