Kill Shot Book Novels & Stories

My flames burned brighter, and her arm shifted toward me just as Kiran came through the door, and she pulled the trigger. “Óráð láta líkami,” I said, as the flames blasted out of me and into Kari, seconds before the bullet hit me between the eyes.

Each killer had drawn a small cross on the wall above the bed using his victim’s blood. Conner studied the list. The killer hadn’t merely been inspired by the episode, he had copied it meticulously. Conner turned the player back on and watched the killing again, this time searching for any differences between the show and the actual murder. This second list was much shorter. In the show, the victim had been shot with a .22 caliber pistol, muffled by a pillow. Sheila had been shot with a 9mm Browning equipped with a silencer. The television killer had allowed the hooker to pay for the motel room; Sheila’s killer had chosen to break into the room.

My eyes trailed the book lying on the table. “Look at it, animal!” She yelled, applying more pressure on the knife. I felt my blood oozing out as it pierced my skin. “It says everything about your kind! That death…and the person behind it…must be killed! And I’ll see to that! They are dangerous…even for your kind,” she yelled. I didn’t know what else to do, but laughter just escaped my mouth. It threw her back a little, but I just kept going until she picked up the gun again.

They killed my Aai, so the one thing that they deserve is death. I closed my eyes yet again and kept on shooting Shivendu till all the bullets in the gun were over, but all I could hear was his cries. I opened my eyes, just to witness that the gun did hit Shivendu and he was bleeding miserably. I saw a pool of blood forming around me. He was losing his consciousness as well. But the bullet hit nowhere enough to kill him. I sighed and looked towards the floor, sobbing. RUDRANEEL I witnessed Kiara killing Saheb right in front of me, and I was surprised.

Kîlling two hotties" he smriked bout pulling the trigger when... "Trying to kîll my daughter and my daughter-in- law. Tch,tch,tch!" Antonio said Hutton heart beat quicken immediately he heard another voice. He can't even see the mf that just talked "Show yourself !'Hutton gritted still on the tree A dry laughter was his response.. "Who..."a gunshot cut his statement short. Hutton let out a lit groan as the bullet hit his arm "The fūck !?"his eyes roamed around the tree looking for the shooter

The hitman raised his gun, and a shootout erupted. Bullets flew through the air, hitting the crates and the walls, sending splinters of wood and metal flying everywhere. Liam and Mr. Park ducked behind the crates, returning fire. The hitman was a skilled shooter, and he managed to hit Mr. Park in the arm, but Mr. Park didn’t stop. He kept firing, his eyes fixed on Victor, on the man who’d taken his niece.

I lifted my shaking hand to hold his face but before I could do that, a bullet shot straight, right into his neck KPOO! Who shot him? Don't forget to vote and comment and support if the book intrigues you.

The reporters couldn't help but tear up at Mom and Dad's words. The video ended. Maureen flipped her phone face down on the table, frowning deeply as she looked at me. "Kathleen, Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox are right. They did everything they could possibly do for you, so why on earth did you kill Douglas?" I lifted my glass and took a sip before replying calmly, "Are there really parents that perfect out there? Ms. Ingram, don't you think the fact that they were so good to me is precisely what makes it suspicious?"

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

I had loved him so much that I destroyed myself willingly. I curled up on the floor, my body shaking as silent sobs tore through me. My nails dug into my palm but I felt nothing. All I could see was the blood of all my pups that Cassian killed.