Killer In Me Is The Killer In You Novels & Stories

I demanded. "You're Kaal. And Kaal isn't someone who gets scared, you're no more alone," I spoke, making him understand. "But my insecurities aren't of Kaal. These are of Rudraneel and for Kiara," he spoke. "And this Kiara is the Silent Killer. I am no more the weak innocent Kiara, who would cry on her misery. I am not weak, I am just like Kaal," I told in a confident tone. "If Rudraneel is scared of all of this slipping away, Silent Killer is here to take a lead on this," I spoke, leaving his face.

I will kill him right here… “You raped me.”

You'll never find me, Killian. I'm in that cold morgue, waiting for your order to be turned into a pile of ash. #

Kill! Kill! Kill! There’s nothing I can’t do now. All I can think of is causing him pain, as much pain as I can possibly give. It’s at this point that I hope for more that I know he’s close. There’s only so much a body can take before it starts to fall apart. It hasn’t bled enough, it hasn’t cried enough, it hasn’t despaired enough. I lean down as tears leak from his eyes. The small weakness is enough to make me smile.

“I'll deal with this one way or another.” “It's a game of chess, Scarlet. You'll choose between being killed or being the killer.” Scarlet replied. “Well, It's a good game. I'd rather be the killer.”

It’s rubbing me off the wrong way. “Yes,” I narrow my eyes taking a step towards them. “If you hadn’t missed class, I wouldn’t have killed these dirtbags,” I kick a dismembered out of my way. “How could you …” she looks at me like I am beyond salvation. “How can you kill without mercy? So easily?” “Because I am a killer, sweetheart,” I stop in front of them. “And because I love killing. Is that what you want to hear?” “Don’t you-“

I was wrong “ Let me go” She shouted as I carried her with me. I held her tight that she could not move for a moment “ I want to kill her. She killed my son. I want her dead” She kept on shouting that I had to hold her with one hand and keep my other hand on her mouth “ Let me go” she kept of producing muffled sounds but I knew what she was talking about

Everything, all of what he did to me and keeps doing, came crashing to the surface and I got pissed, really pissed. "F**k your rules, Killian! You're a psycho f**ker with the blackest heart, and you can't see past your nose to care about the feelings of others. You're like aids. You hide in the shadows and feed on the life force of your victims. You present a sweet face and it's all hot and steamy until your victim realised that you've f**ked them over and left them to die, while you search for someone else to kill."

“That doesn’t make any sense. You said my blood wasn’t that special.” “No, you said your blood wasn’t that special. Don’t try to quote me when you’re wrong.” I looked at him levelly until he broke and glanced down. And now I had to look at his delicate fanned-out eyelashes instead of his beautiful eyes, and I still had him pressed up against my body from chest to knees, and I wasn’t going to be able to keep it together much longer. “I’m a killer. I’m not ashamed of it and I don’t usually care that much. But that doesn’t mean…” I still hadn’t answered his question. We both knew it, even though he’d misquoted me. “There’s you and there’s everyone else,” I finally said. “That’s all there is to