Killer Elite Novel Novels & Stories

I asked, taking a bite of syrup-drenched waffles. “He sent Booker,” Carter replies. I choke on my pancake. “He is just as bad as Ajax,” I gasp after expelling the food from my airway. Booker Kimble, codename: Veles. He is a taciturn weapons expert tactician with a blood kink. He reminds me of C.H.A.O.S.’s hellhound, Ransom. They both have adorable boyish faces with big blue eyes and thick lashes, but they are deadly like slow loris. You want to cuddle them because they’re so cute, but they are poisonous and will kill you.

Kaelen strikes, sword piercing his chest; Ardyn’s magic burns through, emerald flames consuming him; Zane’s final dagger hits his throat. The lord collapses, blood pooling, shadows dissipating. Lightning cracks as he gasps, “The story... wanted...” and falls silent, dead. The novel’s pull snaps, a weight lifting from my chest. We did it, combined strength, no betrayal. The elites are down, the ravine quiet but for our panting breaths. Kaelen staggers, thigh bleeding, but pulls me into a desperate kiss. “Never again,” he vows, eyes fierce. Ardyn and Zane join, hands on my shoulders, their warmth grounding. My wounds ache, thigh, arm, shoulder, but they’re minor, already clotting.

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Er*tic, trilling romance and suspense 👙Katrina POV👙💋 I closed my eyes and ears as I heard the gun shot I was so scared I felt no pain of gun shot on my body “Who did she now shot?” I thought and slightly opened my eyes I stared up at her and saw her standing close to me I stared sideways and saw a man lying on the ground full of blood

ating the peeling walls like a lightning strike.Instinct took over. In the blackness, a heavy, familiar hand gripped my shoulder, hauling me backward with brutal force. Kain moved his massive frame entirely in front of me, his weapon barking twice into the dark hallway to suppress the unseen shooter. Simultaneously, I heard the scuffle of leather boots as Julian lunged from the opposite side, his arm wrapping around Mikhail's jacket and dragging him into the alcove. For the first time since the estate had been breached, both men reacted with the exact same primal instinct: keeping me alive.As the echoes of the gunfire faded, the terrifying reality settled into my chest. Whatever had happened

“Your story checks out. Get out, Jake.” In the hall, I caught two cops chatting over coffee. “They’re saying it was suicide,” one said. “Yeah, but no gun in the room. Weird as hell.” I glanced at Milo, knowing he’d rigged it. Not for me, though. No way. Milo Kane—real name or another lie? He didn’t say shit as we hit the parking lot. His sleek BMW screamed money. “Get in,” he ordered, his glare shutting me up. I slid in, silently praying I’d make it out alive.

All the nightmares came both from him and from also having no idea of where her parents are or who she is. When she first came to this house and was told to get in and she didn't that led to my anger, the way she guarded her face screamed abuse. She had been abused, beating up and left there. That pain made Killer not Reina. Killer was made by Reina to prove to the world that was better and the best at her game, to prove that she controls everything and everyone's life. But Reina, she was just a little girl fighting to be removed from the body that contains both her and a killer but there was no way out. After kissing her on her forehead, work called my name to which I answered. Checking eve

"Mama, I just reclaimed my full power. I killed Kelly. I survived torture, escaped a collapsing facility, and fought my way through Kelvin's warriors to reach you. What part of any of that suggests impossible?" She moved closer, her hand reaching for mine. I almost pulled away but didn't. Her touch was warm, familiar, achingly real after weeks of believing I might never feel it again. "You're strong, Racheal. Stronger than I ever was at your age. Your awakening is complete in ways mine never was." She squeezed my hand. "But strength alone won't solve this. Not when the game being played is bigger than just us." "What game?" I demanded. "Kelvin's family murdered ours. His grandfather led the

What had been going on while he was away? “Alpha” Alissa stood and stepped forward, she gripped the table for support as she neared him “Alpha, look into me. Could you really see me killing my own parents? I didn't, I love them so much. My parents were skilled fighters, how could a newling take them?” She pleaded with her eyes, her wolf was right, she had to fight. He looked at her with a stony face, Alissa heard gasps behind her “Lies!” Natalie interjected

"But from this moment forward, you need to be very careful." I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Please, Helena." "I will see you." "When?" "Tomorrow." I closed my eyes. "Okay." "And Karma?" "Yes?" "If Gaius is telling the truth..." She paused. "...then the man sleeping beside you may be much more dangerous than we ever imagined." The call ended. I slowly lowered my phone. For several seconds, I couldn't move. Then I looked toward the locked door of my office. Somewhere outside, investigators were standing over Adrian Keller's body.

I was about to end somebody’s life, I had to be frightened. Upon arrival in Newtown, doubt crept into my subconscious. It actually woke me up as I began asking myself ‘what on earth am I thinking’. My hands began shaking and they were covered with dampness. I became unconsciously too awash with the sinful deed I was about to engage in and for a moment, I sat in the car motionless. My head was overwhelmed with guilt because in all honesty, there was no bad blood between Naledi and I. Our only beef was Billy. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I knew I had to accomplish the mission. He once again coached me on what to do and what to avoid. He opened the lid of his cabin and pulled out what