Killer In Me Is The Killer In You Mga Nobela at Kwento

That was the first lesson my father ever taught me. “If you’re in such a hurry,” I said coolly, “I’ll arrange his initiation early.” I gestured toward the table beside us. On it lay a dagger and a one-way ticket to Siberia. “The Corleone family rule is simple,” I said. “Traitors die, but I don’t kill children.” Then, I looked at Antonio. “Take the dagger and kill the woman who deceived your father. I’ll send you to the best schools money can buy. Take the ticket instead, and you’ll go to Siberia to farm potatoes.”

Same chair. Same flickering overhead light. Same voice from the speaker on the wall: “Emotion must be measurable to be meaningful.” Eden didn’t move. She looked at her hands. Younger. Thinner. Shaking. A door opened to her left. Another Eden entered. Not a glitch. Not a ghost. A version. Same eyes. But colder. Efficient. Clipped. The version who had obeyed to survive. The speaker repeated: “Emotion must be measurable…”

He blinked, looking genuinely thrown for a second, then snapped, “That’s not the same thing!” “Oh, it’s exactly the same thing.” I stepped closer until we were nearly chest to chest. “You were ready to kill what was his inside her. I’m just killing what’s yours inside me.” He glared down at me like he could strangle me right there. His face was flushed, eyes burning with disgust. “You don’t mean that, bitch.” “Oh, I do.” I smiled sweetly. “You think you’re the only one allowed to destroy people’s lives?”

“You beat up my best friend and put the woman you claim to love in handcuffs. That’s a little too low for a man like you. I found out about your identity a while ago, but I didn’t tell because I respected the bond you shared, but I guess you can’t say the same” Kreed frowned. “A rat who’s about to be devoured by a cat has no rules.” Killian chuckled. “Do you think you’ll live even if you kill everyone in this room?” “Right. You always have back-ups. I figured that out.” Killian’s face was as cold and still as a statue as he spoke his next words. “Think carefully. Whatever you do, you’ll die.” “Even if I do, I want to see you die first.”

Someone who was dying because of my action. Am I... going to be a killer?

I'm a killer. I guess this is goodbye, another man who loved me.

“Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.” “Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?” “Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.” “Pfft, that’s no punishment.” “No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.” My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?” “I guess you could call it that.”

I screamed and ducked Me: do you want to kill me?

her mother. ^^^***^^^^ Who do you think is the killer?

The killer giggled, "Have fun being delusional ~" ~ KL •Season One• R18GB