Kill That Evil Man Novel Novels & Stories

Killam whirled and rose, calling out, "Hut, hut!" White Hat's eyes went wide. Killam hurled the ball at the man. The man's hands came up either to catch it or shield himself, but his attention was briefly off Killam. Killam sprinted at the man, dropped his shoulder and drove into him. White Hat staggered back, losing his balance and sprawling on the grass. Killam planted his knee in the guy's stomach and gripped his gun through his jacket. He grinned down at the man, as though he were some friend.

“Now you die.” One man began to shift, fur bursting through his skin. Killian moved faster. His claws ripped the man’s throat before the change finished. Blood sprayed the leaves. The body fell, twitching, then still. Aeris covered his mouth. His stomach turned. “Run!” the woman screamed at the last man. They barely took two steps. Killian grabbed him by the spine and snapped it with one brutal jerk. The scream haunted Aeris forever. Killian tore into the man, cold, ruthless, efficient.

Dear Diary, It's been a few days since I last wrote to you. Nothing special happens on my day so I can't tell you anything. Only now can I write to you again because what happened to me last night was so good and satisfying. I killed Rhiza even though she did not do anything bad to me. Maybe I was angry with her for what her girlfriend Clarisse did to me. I promised myself that Clarisse will be the one I will kill next so that they will be together in hell after all, that's where they belong. We will also meet there but it will be a long time before I die. I will just kill my classmates first because they deserve it.

He thought he had succeeded in his evil plan, not knowing he was falling into the hands of the devil himself. Without a word, Silence simply snapped his fingers at his men. Understanding his gesture, they marched forward with gallons of petrol. Without warning, they poured it onto the man on the floor. The scent of petrol hit his nose, and his eyes widened at the thought of what they were about to do. "Silence, let's talk about this... I have a son and a wife... please don't kill me," the man cried, fear surging through every nerve in his system.

Ludo asked scared. “Don’t worry darling,” Erica rubbed her eyes. “I don’t like the light in this room,” she complained. Evan looked at her and reached for the manuscript in the drawer of a table. He walked to Ludo. Ludo recognized the manuscript. “The Family that kills together, stays together,” Evan read the title. “Is that my manuscript?” Ludo asked. “Ludo Sakala?” “That’s me!” “Then it’s yours.” “Where did you get it?”

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

Realization struck: he must have realized their disadvantage and returned to kill us. A surge of hatred welled up within me, a bitter tide threatening to drown me in its venomous embrace. Before me stood the man consumed by malice, his demeanour embodying a malevolence that chilled the very air around him. With eyes devoid of remorse, he wielded his gun with a cold, calculated precision. Unknown to him, I lay in wait, silently, hidden in the shadows. His focus remained fixed solely on Silvio, oblivious to my presence as he poised his weapon, preparing to kill my husband.

I cared for him. Deeply. My hands trembled and my head ached as the world seemed to spin around me. I killed a man today. I took a life. A soul. “Helaine, you should’ve stayed in the room,” Evan scolded me, but I could see the gratitude in his eyes as he approached, holding me in his arms. “They wouldn’t have even hesitated to kill you.” “Which is why we killed them,” I retorted, clinging to Evan as I stared down at the still-warm corpse of the man I strangled to death.

I tell him and he shook his head. "That as it may, he is not wrong and if I were you. I would take his advice.” This guy must be shitting me right now. “Take his advice, take the advice of a man that killed my father, are you kidding me now?” I glared at the man, but he just looks at me. “He may have killed your father, but it was a necessary evil. If you use whatever information you get here. What do you think will happen to you?” a necessary evil he says.

He killed him by continuously piercing holes on the toy in his hands. As the man fell lifeless on the floor, there held out a huge laughter from the rake. His nails that felt more like canines of a lion were bleeding red with the blood of several people he killed just by pointing his hands meters away. His black vicious balls grew bright with treachery, evil and immorality.