Killer Crush Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He said. “I have one but it’s already chapter one.” I said hesitantly. “Read it for me, please…” *Cataclysm Chapter 01 I'm walking on the hallway of the school to pay the books I need. Everyone is busy talking to their old friends, some for their newfound friends and what makes me agitated is it seems someone is following me and it seems someone is watching me every corner of the school. It makes me feel uneasy. ---

he shouted as he went towards me and offered his hand for me to hold it, but as I almost reach it, Kill kicked it. "Step aside, Vogue." He cracked his neck as he held Ash's shirt and throw him on the mattress. I can't speak nor react to what's happening. It is like my body and mind quickly became numb in a snap. Kill sat as he pointed his index finger on my forehead. "Are you familiar with the massacred clan, namely Carnelian?" My heart skipped a beat. It's like for a second, I forgot how to breathe. My eyes widened at its extent, as the memory of my clan flashed on my head.

why do I keep getting myself into situations like this! Okay...calm down...okay. First, I need to analyse my surrounding. Almost immediately, my nostrils flared as the scent of mulberry spice filled the air. It was a dangerously familiar scent. Alpha Kenneth. I was just about to raise my head when he said "Oh good, the little bitch is up." Something huge struck the back of my head and once again, everything went black. ***************************************** *Unknown's POV*

Kael raised his sword. Aiden looked at his father. Father... Kael stared. Aiden whispered: Kill me. Lyra screamed. No! Aiden's eyes filled with tears. Before I forget you completely... The First Will placed a hand on Aiden's shoulder. And Aiden's eyes turned completely black. End of Chapter 148

She was simply… Watching. Every guard in the security room stared in horror. Then… Slowly… The woman raised one hand. And pointed directly toward Alessio’s ICU. The screens immediately turned black. Every monitor shut down. Power across the mansion flickered. Then… A whisper echoed through every speaker in the estate. A whisper that chilled every soul present. “The third kiss…” A pause. ”…will choose between love…” Another pause. ”…and the Mafia King’s life.” End of Chapter 7

" Smack! With a vicious swoosh, the scepter struck Sam's chest without any reservation. "Gahhh!" The searing pain shocked him fully awake, and his scream tore through the house. His thin pajama shirt split apart, revealing a long, crimson mark across his chest. Smack! Smack! Smack! Even then, the exorcists showed no sign of stopping. The three of them took turns, striking Sam's abdomen, ribs, and thighs over and over, their attacks raining down mercilessly.

Vance roared, bowing his head deeply before turning on his heel and storming down the corridor, his executioners following closely behind. The heavy iron doors slammed shut, leaving the hallway in a tense, suffocating silence. The air remained thick, heavy, and pressurized by the sheer intensity of our proximity. Killian didn't wait for the echoes to die. With a brutal display of raw Alpha strength, he grabbed my frame, spinning me around against the heavy council doors until I was forced to face his dark, lawless gaze. His dark scent filled my lungs, demanding total surrender from my inner sovereign as his thumbs dug into my jaw, his chest heaving violently with the anticipation of the comi

I leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to her left one. She let out a ragged, cut-off gasp. The sound sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my gut. "Fascinating," I breathed against her skin. She didn't move. Her fists were clenched at her sides, her knuckles white, but she didn't pull away. I reached behind her, my fingers deft as I unclipped the clasp of her bra. The fabric slumped, and I took a single, staggering step back. My mind—the mind of a Supreme Alpha, a strategist, a killer, simply went dark for three long seconds.

--- *Season 2: Chapter 4 — The First* “Flood the world.” Nero’s words sat in the van like a corpse. Outside, Montreal was still asleep. 4 AM. No traffic. No Council. Yet. “How fast?” Kieran asked. His voice was Alpha calm. The kind he used before he killed. Nero closed his eyes. Silver flickered under the lids. “One is awake. He’s… _heavy_. The others are in transit. Two. Three. Four.” He flinched. “They hurt. All the time. That’s why they’re _loud_.”

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