Kill Them All Book Novels & Stories

I don't understand the words people say in anger. When I was seven, my foster mother complained that I ate too much and told me that if I didn't work, I wouldn't get to eat. I washed dishes for three days with a high fever. Only after I collapsed did I dare take half a moldy dinner roll. When I was twelve, my teacher told me I couldn't go home until I'd memorized the entire passage. The next morning, when the security guard forced open the classroom door, I was still standing in front of the empty desks, reciting the final paragraph. When I was sixteen, a doctor got angry when I refused treatment and snapped that if I didn't want to live, I should never take medicine again. From then on,

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

And now that I cannot die, now that nothing can touch me, I turn my attention to unfinished business. Every person who sat in that square thirteen years ago. Every person who cheered while my father burned. Every single one who laughed at his pain. Every face that I memorised on the day he was put on that Pyre. I killed them all. Most of them peed in their pants. I killed their children—I didn't care how old. I killed their dogs. Cats. I burned their farmlands. Anything that belonged to each of them. I guess that's why they call me merciless. My powers got into my head—the killings, the way I carved fear into their hearts, that look on their faces before my fire consumed them, the way they r

"KILL THEM ALL!'' Every man, woman, wolf, and child. ALL OF THEM are accomplices to treason against the empire... protecting a criminal. And then... hell broke loose. It exploded like a spark in a dry field. Houses became trenches. Sticks became spears. Fingertips became claws. They were about to learn the hard way: You don't challenge Alex Madson and live to tell the tale.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

From behind his back, he pulled out a sharp utility knife he had prepared before coming home and decided to personally destroy Nova, the demon who had killed me. "You don't get to replace Tina after killing her. You're not worthy." Right after saying that, he lunged forward and ruthlessly slashed the knife across Nova's neck. "Crack!" The knife sliced through her throat, exposing a chaotic mess of multicolored wires. Electricity crackled loudly, and the sweet smile on her face froze. She tried to speak, but the sounds she could make were only distorted glitch noises. Moments later, her body collapsed heavily onto the floor, and the light in her eyes went dark. She never moved again.

Instead, he leaned back against a mahogany shelf, his casual sweater bunching at his shoulders. He looked at the stack of books on my desk, his eyes lingering on a tattered spine I had tucked at the bottom. "Wait, is that THE STAND?" he asked, pointing to the thick paperback. I looked down, my eyes landing on the book he was referring to. It was a survival horror story. Something about an alien invasion and humans getting wiped out one by one. "Oh. Yes. I’ve read it three times, but I find comfort in the end of the world sometimes. It makes my own feel... manageable."

Whatever punishment existed for what they had done. But this. *This* he did not have the right to. I will kill him, I thought. The thought arrived clean and cold and completely certain. Whatever softened in me before, it hardened back into something solid. I will kill him. I curled my fist. And then I heard footsteps. Close. Coming this way. Fast. I panicked. --- >>Rewind<< Third Person POV The sitting room was quiet. Damir was on the sofa with his legs crossed and a glass of whiskey in his hand and his head tipped all the way back against the top of the white cushion. Staring at the ceiling.

The book had done very well. I had walked out of the dark of all of it. Eventually, I moved to a city by the sea. There was no Mason there. There was just my future, and it was bright.

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."