Kill Show Novels & Stories

If hurting me was her aim she surely succeeded. She laughed thrilling at my silent anger. She knows I can do nothing even if I want to. I don't have a wolf and she knows it as she showed me her vicious claws. "Stand up," she ordered. Abandoning my food I scrambled up to my feet. "Very unattractive, I wonder how Krist thinks you are suitable for this job." She eyed me with disdain. I watched her pull out a blood dagger and handed it to me. Bewildered I took it. My eyes shooting a million questions at her. "Participating in the Bride Selection is just a tip in the ice," Amanda laughs enjoying my distress. "What matters is that you must kill the Alpha King Damien as soon as he marks you as his bride." I let the blood dagger fall to the ground in shock. They are sending me to kill the Alpha King Damien. Her words and her laughter rang through my thoughts. "...Kill the Alpha King Damien."

"It's nothing," "Show me." Egon sounded angry, "Take it off." He ordered, "Take everything off," "W-what?" I panicked, "No!" "Do it yourself, or I'll do it for you." *** Portia is a defective werewolf who is stuck working as a maid in the pack house, where she is often abused. She neither has the money nor the resources to escape, but her world further collapses when she meets her Lycan mate.

In the fifth year of our bland marriage, I receive a message that my husband has booked a hotel room with a woman. Within the next second, seductive pictures of me show up in the work group chat. In the pictures, I seduced my husband but failed. My colleagues in the group chat mock me by saying, "She gave Mr. Reed an ultimatum and forced him to marry her. He was forced to break up with the woman he loves." "Mr. Reed put up with her for five years. It only makes sense that he could no longer resist and decide to reunite with his lover." My sick father dies out of shock, yet my husband does not show up to his funeral. That night, I inform Belinda that I wish to divorce her son. "Back then, you told me that I'm Caleb's blessing in life. You said that he'd have endless success if we were to marry. "As long as I married Caleb for five years, you promised to pay for my father's medical fees. Now that the time is up, you should let me go too."

Beautiful Revenge Alan Reyes The one and only heir of Reyes Oil. He thought he will have a great future in front of him with all the wealth that his father passed onto him. He thinks he can get everything that he wants but he never expect that someone is up to kill him and his family. Bella Morgan She swore herself that when she turned 25, she will have her revenge on Reyes Oil. She was more than ready to kill and take that company down. One of the best ticket to that is to seduce the target first and then she will proceed to kill.

Existing on an era where women has less priviledge than men, Utopia strived to show the people of her world the importance of their existence. Yet before she can even shine and outlive such ridiculous belief that her world has, her fate was sealed by a decree. Fighting love and the enivitable, Utopia finds herself tangled in the mysterious secret of her existence and riot the dark side of her world has.

Confused, shocked and petrified Eva asked that man why he wanted to kill her. She didn't even know him."W-why d-do you want to k-kill me? I d-don't even know you." Eva choked, as his hands were wrapped around her neck tightly. "Because you are my mate!" He growled in frustration. She scratched, slapped, tried to pull the pair of hands away from her neck but couldn't. It was like a python, squeezing the life out of her. Suddenly something flashed in his eyes, his body shook up and his hands released Eva's neck with a jerk. She fell on the ground with a thud and started coughing hard. A few minutes of vigorous coughing, Eva looked up at him."Mate! What are you talking about?" Eva spoke, a stinging pain shot in her neck. "How can I be someone's mate?" She was panting. Her throat was sore already. "I never thought that I would get someone like you as mate. I wanted to kill you, but I changed my mind. I wouldn't kill you, I have found a way to make the best use out of you. I will throw you in the brothel." He smirked making her flinch. Her body shook up in fear. Mate is someone every werewolf waits for earnestly. Mate is someone every werewolf can die for. But things were different for them. He hated her mate and was trying to kill her. What the reason was? Who would save Eva from him?

Bellatrix, the youngest daughter of Oleg Alexive. Before two days of marriage, betrayed by her fiance, Bellatrix leaves her home with her sister, Valerie, who is a nun. Valerie takes Bellatrix to her city and arranges for her to live with a woman named Madam. One day, while bathing in a lake, Bellatrix and Madam find a sick man named Nicholas lying nearby. They took him home and cured him. After a few days passed, Bellatrix started to feel something towards Nicholas. Tragedy strikes when a group of half-demon wolves attack the church and attempt to kill Sister Valerie. Bellatrix witnesses the murder and learns that Nicholas ordered them to kill Valerie, causing her to develop a deep hatred for him. Heartbroken and angry, Bellatrix enters Nicholas palace to find a way to kill him. Nicholas tried to keep his distance from Bellatrix, but his forbidden feelings for her made it difficult for him to control his actions. Nicholas soon discovers a shocking truth: Bellatrix is actually the descendant of his enemy, for whom he lost everything, and a protector of moonstone. Moonstone, a familiar word in the paranormal world, as it can make anyone one of the most powerful people in the world. Nicholas is tasked with acquiring the moonstone that will make his tribe powerful. Yet to regain Moonstone’s power, he has to make sure that Bellatrix loves him since she is the protector of Moonstone, and after that, in any case, he has to kill her. What will happen in this tale when one wants to seek revenge and one uses “Love” to achieve power?

I thought getting a new foster brother would be weird. I didn’t expect him to look like he walked off a Netflix show—blue eyes, tattoos, and the personality of a brick wall. My little brother’s obsessed with him. My parents act like he’s made of glass. Me? I think Carmelo’s hiding something. And I plan to find out what.

The mafia king won't kill his nineteen-year-old son Leo when he finds out he’s weak and likes males. Instead, he sends him to hell. The Forge, a secretive prison camp hidden within the forest, is where affluent families send their "weak" sons, hoping to mold them into strong men. Leo was stripped of his clothing, shaved, and assigned the number 402; he was dug into freezing mud, subjected to beatings, and then left in complete darkness. Viktor, the strong, hardened guard, has been observing Leo with a wary gaze for years, acting as his personal handler. Viktor is meant to kill him. Instead, as the cameras stop rolling, Viktor lowers the whip, pushes Leo against the wall, and kisses him like a man who has been waiting too long. He moans into Leo's mouth, "I'm paid to break you, but I'd rather keep you." Every harsh day in the pit and every covert touch at night drives them deeper into the fire of forbidden love. But Leo's own father told Viktor to kill Leo and submit proof if he doesn't turn hard in thirty days. A jealous ex wants Leo to die. A shattered youngster from Leo's past is hiding a terrible rebellion. And the man Leo is falling for is the same one who was told to kill him. In a city made to break hearts, one wrong kiss may save them or set everything on fire. The Forge is a raw MM mafia romance that is dark, twisted, and dangerously addicting. Love is the most violent weapon of all.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself supposedly transmigrated to some ancient era. Every morning, before light touched the sky, someone would yank me out of bed to haul trash, chop wood, and do whatever filthiest job needed doing. Somehow, I'd become the lowest-ranked servant in the entire estate. The estate lord's son would climb onto my back and ride me around the courtyard like some pet he was proud to show off. Anyone in the household could hit me, kick me, or shove me aside, and not a single soul would speak up. Five years passed like that, so awful that I almost lost my mind, as if I were living in hell. Then one day, a group of servants cornered me. They didn't bother hiding their intention. The moment I saw their faces, I knew I was in trouble. Fists flew, boots landed, and everything blurred. Just before I passed out, I heard them whispering, "We're going to kill him if we keep this up." "Come on. This place only looks like some old noble estate. It's not an actual one. If he dies here, we're the ones who'll get dragged to court!" "Relax. Ms. Shaw will handle it. The idiot pissed off her childhood sweetheart. Getting tricked into this place is exactly what he deserves." Fear swallowed everything, and the world went dark. When I woke again, the lady of the house had conveniently "returned from visiting her family." The lord threw a grand celebration with tables full of food, wine flowing, and musicians playing like nothing had happened. I carried dishes into the banquet hall and lifted my head. Her face was the same as my wife's, Melissa Shaw. I set the final dish down, stepped closer, and in a voice only she could hear, asked, "Ma'am… are you enjoying your little game?"