Kill Your Friends Novels & Stories

“I’ll start with Rebecca York. And then there’s Evonne Turner, Zoey Williams, and the one from not too long ago, what’s her name… oh yes, Annie Skye.” Sally gripped her phone as she felt layers of cold sweat form on her. She gritted her teeth and said, “Quirinus Banks, you’re crazy!” “That’s right. I’m crazy. You forced me into becoming crazy.” “I’ll start from Rebecca and destroy your friends one by one.” “I’ve already thought about it. Before I kill them, I’ll tell them sincerely they didn’t do anything wrong.” “The only thing they shouldn’t have done was become friends with you.”

But I was out of ammo. “Whatever it is you have going on with Andrei, put an end to it before I do,” he mumbles in between our kiss. That’s what did it for me. I can’t let him threaten my friendship with Andrei. Andrei needs me right now, more than ever. I cannot just abandon him just because Cillian says so. I jerk away from him and slide out from his hold. “No. I cannot just stop talking to Andrei, Kill. He is my friend. I can’t cut ties with him just because you ask me to.”

Besides, the crazy bastard was too head deep in his war books. That leaves Killian… but even he wouldn’t do this. They were my brothers; we’d bled for each other; we could kill for each other. Everyone else thought we were some cliché high school friend group which would break apart once it was time to head to college, but they had no idea that we’d gone through similar traumas as children. It brought us together, so nothing and no one would keep us apart. So who the fuck would dare try this? Their replies came in with a ding, forcing my attention back to the phone.

He stood there with his stupid friends behind him, all of them grinning like idiots. I stormed over, grabbed his shirt with both hands, and screamed in his face, “When the hell are you ever going to stop?!” Henry leaned in close, a nasty smirk on his face, and whispered, “Never.” He started laughing, and his friends joined in. Zoey gently tapped my shoulder. “Zara, let him go.” Henry chuckled. “Listen to your friend for once. Even if she’s dumb.” Zoey pulled my hand away from his shirt and looked him straight in the eyes. “Get out of here.”

“Don’t come close to me, or else I’ll kill you.” "Please, don't hurt us," Adlyne begged in a mocking tone. "We're sorry; we didn't mean to do this. We were just desperate." I just couldn’t believe how they could make silly jokes after killing my dad and bestfriend in one day. I held the knife tighter, my hand trembling with rage.

His voice was low, terrifyingly so. Their friends immediately understood. They moved in, forming a tight circle around me. I scanned the ring of people. Most were men—some twice as broad as me. I lifted my chin and met Scott's gaze. "What are you going to do?" He hesitated. I stepped forward. "Planning to kill me right here?" The veins on the back of Scott's hands bulged instantly. I held his stare, unflinching, unwavering. "Let's go back."

" What came after that was him stalling. He would not show up. He would not sign. He would not call. He clearly thought I was going to soften, and then I was going to come apologize. The longer I went silent, the more it broke him. The pile-on online got worse. I could not buy groceries without strangers giving me looks. Later, I figured out where the new wave was coming from. Maya and her squad of friends were running it. Mason knew. He looked the other way. He did call me, eventually. "Lara, you see now. I am the only one who can keep you safe.

"I stood over the bodies of the people they slaughtered. An Alpha who was a very close friend of mine-a man as strong as any of you-was lying dead in a massive pool of his own blood just last week. That was the exact moment I realized this nightmare had become a reality for all of us." He paused, letting his heavy gaze sweep across the silent VIP sections. "Fine. Go ahead and make your jokes. Keep laughing about it today. But when those killers come knocking on your front gates and burning your homes, you will remember this exact moment. You will remember that I warned every single one of you."

He separated and moved away from his friends so he lost communication. He suddenly remembered their game when they were still in high school. They made a promise to each other that when the time came, they would kill those who trampled on their identities. Innocent people or not, they will do it over and over again as long as they live. They will not stop until they get their justice. He sighed as he smiled and was ready to go out and show off to his guests. SIX friends were about to leave the store when they heard someone speak.

His words kept echoing in my mind as well, as I tried to rationalize and answer every question in my mind, but slowly shifting focus onto this ‘test run’. I had assumed that this was some kind of test or experiment long before, but only now did an explanation for why finally cross my mind. This was a test run for another, larger scale killing game. What’s worse… The next killing game will most likely involve the rest of my friends. As much as I didn’t want that to be the truth, the facts all lined up. Thirty of us were in the initiative, but only eleven of us were taken for this test. The rest of the group is either still back in the initiative, or they’ve been taken for a killing game much