Novel & Cerita Killer Instinct Hero

0 just called him dad? “He's your father?” I turned to Jericho. “Well, duh.” She shrugged. My shoulders slumped. Now, I can see the resemblance. They had the same black hair, tanned skin and even the same colour of eyes. Jesus. This freak is my hero's kid? Killian turned to me and sighed. “I'm sorry about what my daughter did. I'm sure she didn't mean to escalate her overzealousness so quickly.” Jericho looked away and pouted.

Jaxon roared, ripping the blade free and using the falling body as a human shield against a frantic burst of suppressed gunfire. From the dark archway of the central corridor, Killian stepped into the crossfire. He was a portrait of cold, calculated execution. He didn't run. He walked with a measured, terrifying calm, his heavy sidearm rising and falling with rhythmic, mechanical precision. Crack. Crack. Crack. Three shots rang out, deafening in the enclosed space. Three mercenaries dropped to the floor, their night-vision optics shattered, completely neutralized before they even registered his position. Julian screamed, thrashing wildly in the chair as hot brass cascaded onto the floor besi

Aurora staid with me for a while. We had spend a good chunk of our time talking to each other on the black sofa, we hadn't even noticed when the rain stopped or when the sun began to set. We were lost in our own little bubble. I had found out a few interesting things about her, for one she's Killians tactical adviser, a word that if loosely translated would mean his assassin. I'd already made my peace with the fact that Killian was not a saint neither was he a good alpha but he was just and that's all that's needed.

"Don't even think about it." "Wait for me." He brought the certificate to his lips and yanked out a dagger. He plunged it into his chest. His crazy move freaked me out. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering onto the certificate and staining my photo red. He tried to wipe the blood off but ended up toppling into the shaft. With a flop, he hit the sewage below. I shook my head. Karma was a real piece of work. Three days later, a scavenger spotted the blood pooled by the elevator and called the police.

“Your name is Sarah Killian, and you are about to kill me.” My heart clambering to crawl out of my throat, I pull my trusted knife out of my bag and bring it into the Phantom Kid’s chest. He doesn’t scream, or call out, or anything. He just falls down to the ground. To make sure that I sufficiently finish the job, I stab him again and again, with each stab I silently curse in my mind.

"Don't you ever touch me like that again." Slowly, Killian turned his head back to face me. He didn't look angry. He didn't look shocked. Instead, a slow, terrifying smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His pitch-black eyes lit up with a wild, predatory gleam that made my blood run completely cold. He liked it. He liked that I fought back. "There's that fire," he whispered, his voice dangerously smooth as he stepped even closer, his shadow completely swallowing me. "I told you, sweetpea. I love it when you fight me."

Zara started struggling to free herself. “Ssshhh….” The killer said seeing her struggles and harshly pulled her into the water. Zara gasped to breathe as the cold contacted her skin. She kicked the killer so he stumbled back. Zara found this is an opportunity and stood on her feet balancing herself carefully in the cold water. The killer rose on his feet. Zara took off her coat, took a deep breath and was now ready to fight him. The killer was annoyed seeing her confident. He gritted his teeth and jumped on her. This time Zara directly threw a punch at his face. He didn’t back down and answered Zara’s punch with a much harsher punch directed right to her ribs.

Hunter almost begged and to be honest, she liked him like this. "You are not near me Hunter so pushing away isn't even an option. I just need some time for myself. I'll get back to you when I think I'm ready," She said calmly. "I'll only need you for the war against Armando. The chances are I might use you for my benefit. I won't play with your heart like you did just for my advantage. I'm being brutally honest. I killed Alonso because I knew I could but I couldn't kill Armando. You have seen his effect on me so you know better that I can't win against him alone. If you would let me use you to kill Armando then I'll come for you-" "Use me!" He rasped.

“This is about justice. About what they did to us. I don’t care what it takes.” “You don’t care?” she whispered, eyes filling with emotion. “You’d pretend to fall in love with him—just to kill him?” “This is the only way. I’ve trained my whole life for this. Lucien has to die.” Silence stretched between us. Then Lydia stepped forward, her voice soft and scared. “If you do this and they find out—” “They won’t,” I said quickly. Evelyn’s fists clenched. “Then we’re going with you.”

I felt my nostrils breathless, filled with mucus, but I couldn't help but shed more tears. Killian was out cold. And just like always—I showed up too fucking late.