Romans & histoires Kill Your Friends

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.

Riley called out, his voice urgent as he set his uncle down on the truck seat and turned back toward the open alleyway to join me. "There is no time to set up a firing line, Riley, so keep your uncle safe while I clear these four guards from the narrow gap between the walls!" I yelled back, stepping forward fast as the first hitman raised his short rifle toward Riley's chest. I lunged before the hitman could pull his trigger, driving my right dagger straight into his shoulder joint to knock his aim wide, and as his rifle clattered against the ground, I spun around to slash my second blade across the jacket sleeve of another soldier who was trying to draw a pistol from his holster.

“W-What…how?” “It was a fight between them that I dare not to intervene, brother,” I yielded a saccharine smile as I mentioned the word brother for the second time. I’m becoming a master of mockery for fuck’s sake. He looks fuming mad. And that is a good sign because emotions weaken us. Our own demons—emotions—will be our own downfall. He screamed at the top of his lungs, “Your Luna will be killed tonight. Remember that!” I laughed breathily. “You could never kill her.”

Olivia Carol White. That name had died along with my souls. My friends think I'm dead, my parents think I’m dead. So basically everyone I knew thinks I was dead. The truth is, I'm still perfectly alive. The sound of a gunshot rings my ear, I snapped back to reality. "Why do you always do that?!" I turned around and glared at my partner. I was supposed to shot him first but he beat me to it. He looked at me innocently.

It seemed the sun rose from the west that day. Exchanging our numbers, he rose and went back to his friends “What’s all that about, man? Don’t tell us your taste has changed. Are you into college girls now?” I could not help but eavesdrop on their conversation “Is it bad to have a new interesting friend?” He asked back, writing something on his phone before returning the phone to his pocket. He changed his expression and gave a killer smile to his friends “Woo,” They all said to him. They gave him a thumbs down. Though I could see clearly what was happening, I didn’t get to hear all the words they were saying

“Okay. Later today, when everyone’s here, we’ll be having a meeting about the acquisition of a hotel in Palermo. Ricci’s hotel. You can do your research about them so you know them if you dont” The name hit me like a blade sliding under the skin. Of course i know Ricci’s hotel. Carlos Ricci. The last man I killed about a week ago. My pen hovered over the notepad, and for the briefest second my hand stilled before I forced it back into motion, my expression carefully neutral. “Understood sir” I replied evenly, as though the name meant nothing, as though the memories of that night weren’t clawing at the edges of my composure.

This made the Romulus pack, our eternal rivals, more daring and attacks had begun to spring up, leading to us losing more and more members. "Okay, I'll return soon." "Don't stay out too long now, Noah." He said. "These Mules are getting rather cocky. Let's not give them a reason to be bathed in blood." 'Mules' was our derogatory way of referring to the Romulus pack. He masked his worry in a conceited brag, but I knew he was not nearly as confident as he sounded.

Then said one more time, “Finish her.” Madeline stood up right in front of me and she grabbed my neck, and said, “Oh, it’s okay….this is just a little pain. I’m so sorry, you won’t see your new friends again, but don’t worry, I’ll try my best to kill them so that you and all of your friends will see each other again.”

His body twitched once, and then—humiliatingly—he wet himself. I sneered coldly. “Do you think I’d ruin my life just to kill you? Scum like you deserves to live crippled and rotting in prison, suffering for the rest of your miserable life.” “Waaah!” Jasper broke down completely, sobbing like a madman. As the sound of sirens grew closer, I let out a breath and collapsed onto the ground, drained of all energy.

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,