Kill Your Darlings Quotes Novels & Stories

"Dad, relax. Killian's mine. I'm going to rip his head off and send it to Annie in a box. Just like I did with her daddy's head. Sound familiar, Alpha?" Killian's eyes blazed. "What are you waiting for, then?" "Well," Dante said, and despite everything, there was dark humour in his voice, "if I'm gonna die, at least it's with my brothers. Ride or die. Huh? Always said I'd go out in a blaze of glory. Didn't think it'd be quite this literal, but here we are. I just wish I had one last bottle of whisky. I'm kinda really craving Jack Daniels...lot of ice." His voice cracked.

“DUFFER” “SO WHAT D’ YA SAY, GUYS ?” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “LOUDER !! THEY CAN’T HEAR YA !!!!!” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !”

Only them. “Darling,” I said quieter, sarcasm dialed back but not gone. “There’s no cure. Trust me. I killed the last three people who knew the recipe. But… manage it. Keep the food coming. Keep these psychos on leashes. I’ll survive. I always do.” Dante’s eyes hadn’t left mine. “You’ll survive,” he said, voice dark promise. “And when you’re strong again, you’ll pay for every word. Every throw. Every anger you made us feel.”

Kirk grinned, savoring every bit of Dale’s discomfort. “Oh, honey, you better believe I’m never letting you live that down. ‘Tell my mom I didn’t get to do any gay stuff’—that’s legendary, Dale. Like, award-winning last words material.”

‘A time will come when everything good in you will be stolen away and burned to ashes, nothing you do will stop it,’ she’d sometimes add but her favorite quote was always, ‘You’re living in a bubble my darling and when it’s time to pop it, I’ll be there with fired dynamite to make it explode. “Asshole,” I whispered silently, closing my eyes and trying to get her the fuck out of my head. “Asshole,” I muttered a bit louder, feeling an insane anger rising in my chest, my fists clenching to breaking point, and my mind losing all sense of cautiousness. “Asshole!” I eventually gave in and screamed, gripping both sides of the rotting log that had become a home to so many things and doing all I coul

If she did have the journal with her, as what that trusted Alerian historian claimed. Killing the ignition, I got out from my car and slammed the door shut. My spirits somehow dwindled day by day since the revelation. Each day when I wake up, I dread the feeling of wanting to kill the man I love. "The one you love is the one you'll kill," I muttered sarcastically under my breath. Funny that I still managed to conjure dark poetry lines in dire situations such as this, or maybe I had gone to the deep end. Yeah, right. Maybe Derek would haul ass me to the nearest asylum.

I said with so much conviction because I wasn't going to allow myself to become a ridicule when people had already started to respect me and take me for granted. I had already come up with a few ideas that were not going to hurt anybody, nor was it going to destroy what I had already planned. As far as I was concerned, there was nobody that had the right or audacity to come up with an idea contrary to mine. “Let's leave the women to keep on talking to themselves while we come up with something else. Are you up for it, Alpha Killian?” Darcus asked aloud.

My actions made it so my own children couldn't be around me. “To kill the life of someone is the same as to kill all humanity” I state as I lift my head to look at Avery with tear filled eyes. The quote is one that I lived by in my youth because I believe in it. I read the book to her so many times that she would know it as well as the next lines.

Fucking think. An idea suddenly popped up in my head, and I blurted it out. “Neither,” Duncan gave me a look. “Neither?” He repeated as if he needed to test the word himself to be sure of what I had just said. “Yes, neither,” “I sense you have more to say, Anna; go on,” he prompted. I forced a smirk, despite my heartbeat completely going erratic in my chest. “Killing him is a waste. Sending him back alive? Risky. He'll just come back again.”

At the center, a quote in capital letters: **"You are not broken. You are blooming in places no one sees." She turned, tears welling, and found Killian at the opposite end of the room, paint still on his hands. "I didn't ask permission," he said with a self-conscious smile. "I hoped you'd get it." She looked at the mural, then at him. "You remembered that quote," she breathed. "It made me think of you," he replied. "The way you survived me. The way you rebuilt your life." There was silence between them, thick with all the things unsaid.