Kill Show Novels & Stories

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

"Iris, keeping Eliza around is a disaster waiting to happen. Jack's death was no accident." "I know," I replied calmly. "But what she's best at is pretending to be weak and getting others to protect her. Killing her now would only panic everyone. If she's going to die, it has to be after we strip off that mask of hers and let her fall apart in front of everyone." Alec nodded, about to say something else, when a soft knock suddenly sounded at the door. 'Knock. Knock. Knock.' Slow, deliberate, carrying a hint of hesitation—and something suggestive.

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

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.

"You lying bitch! Still denying the truth, even at death's door? "I have surveillance video of you killing her, bragging about being some big internet celebrity, Anna Anderson! If it's not you, then who is it?" Emma chimed in from the side, "Anna, if you did something wrong, just admit it. You know what they say. It's never too late to do the right thing." Just when everyone was certain that I was the killer, I looked at Emma, who was secretly gloating nearby, and asked, "Emma, what are you talking about? You're the one who's always lived in this apartment. What does anything that happened here have to do with me?"

Trained. He’s done this before. Another shot split the air. It tore through the wall two feet from her face. Aria crawled behind the heavy oak bookshelf, breathing hard, heart slamming against her ribs like a trapped bird. Killian fired twice out the window fast, controlled, a rhythm that said don’t get closer. “I thought this place was off-grid!” Aria shouted. “It was.” He ducked behind a kitchen counter, grabbed a burner phone, smashed it underfoot. “You led them here?”

In the end, with no other option, Cindy confessed the identity of the man she'd been seeing. Shaun had already guessed who he was anyway. However, Cindy took things too far, insulting him by saying that he was useless. In a fit of anger, Shaun took a knife and stabbed her, slashing her face until she was disfigured. Then, he stormed to her lover's house and stabbed him as well, leaving him in a pool of blood. This horrifying scene was caught on camera and uploaded online. I was on my way to work when I heard sirens approaching. An ambulance sped past me. I shook my head, thinking nothing of it.

With her eyes closed, she savoured as she chewed slowly. “Just the right amount of salt.” Her phone buzzed again. A news alert this time. “BREAKING: Police enroute to search home of Dr Karma Kuntz in connection with Chief Inspector's murder.” She took another bite of eggs, chewed slowly as she took a deep breath in and out, then she swallowed, not bothered by the news. On the TV, they had switched to helicopter footage. It was her building. Police cars surrounded it. Officers in tactical gear approaching the entrance.

Kate must be feeling uncomfortable I need to get to her in time. "Hey! watch where are you going," a guy with a husky voice said as I bumped into him. I tripped as the sanitary towel came out exposed from the wrapper Kelly kept it in. I picked it up feeling a little embarrassed. I looked up and there he was standing over with a grin. "Should I help you with that?" he asked pointing to the sanitary towel. "It's him, it's him, the guy I saw in my dream, the one who called me Pearl," I told myself.

Let's focus on the problem at hand. Keira took a moment, watched them all look to her. Keira: Are you sure about your intel? Kate: Calvin Hunter was our killer. It stands to reason— Keira: I can't take it stands to reason to The Table's Assembly, especially after what happened in Venatores. Get me something by The Table's Assembly before we lose another damn Seat Number 12.