Killer Instinct Jennifer Lynn Barnes Novels & Stories

The fire had almost died, Moonlight filtered through the branches, against the endless black of the Whispering Forest. Lila slowly opened her eyes; everyone on her team was asleep or pretending to be. She remained still for several seconds, listening to their heartbeats to be sure, and to the whispering trees that were heard. She quietly sat up, with the silver wolf key hung around her neck, tonight instead of hiding beneath her bed. Her fingers wrapped around it. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Only she could breαk me like this. I rested my hαnds on the sink αnd stαred αt my reflection‚ still pαnting. This wαsn’t just lust. This wαs mαdness. This wαs hunger buried so deep in my bones‚ it wouldn’t stop until she gαve herself to me αgαin. Until she woke up αnd sαid my nαme. Until she sαid‚ “Killiαn… pleαse.”

°° HÉCTOR °° Silence. Painfully long and nearly embarrassing. Not a response. Not even a glance back. Then she slowly drops the napkin into a bowl of water, only to place her hands on Jake's chest, just above his nipples. My heart skips six beats and I swallow hard. This has to be the one part I detest the most about the healing process. The victims lying there shirtless, near naked, and having Xendaya all over them. I mean I've never even had her touch me like that.

"Iris, keeping Eliza around is a disaster waiting to happen. Jack's death was no accident." "I know," I replied calmly. "But what she's best at is pretending to be weak and getting others to protect her. Killing her now would only panic everyone. If she's going to die, it has to be after we strip off that mask of hers and let her fall apart in front of everyone." Alec nodded, about to say something else, when a soft knock suddenly sounded at the door. 'Knock. Knock. Knock.' Slow, deliberate, carrying a hint of hesitation—and something suggestive.

"But those labels don't define your abilities." The rain was coming down harder now, soaking both of us. "Get in my car," Kael said, gesturing to his SUV. "Let's at least get that wound taken care of." ———— Aiden's POV I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, replaying the image of Elena slicing her own arm with that silver blade, not even flinching. For a moment, a tremor went through my very soul. No. That shouldn’t happen. My phone screen was lit up with news alerts.

I barely made it to the corner before vomiting, shaking uncontrollably. The taste of bile burned my throat. My whole body convulsed with grief, horror, self-loathing. I killed her. I pressed a trembling hand over my mouth, muffling the sobs. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. My clothes—where were they? I forced myself to move—staggering, grabbing the scattered pieces. Shoving trembling legs into pants, pulling my sweatshirt over shaking shoulders. I glanced once more at Sophie. Her perfect body. Her empty eyes.

“Let me in. You have to let someone in. You’re going off the deep end here, Kelley. Let me have your back.” “Jesse, there’s no going back after this. I killed a man today, I beat him to death because I lost my fucking mind. Lee’s darkness is nothing to the darkness that I am. I can’t do that to you. I can’t taint you with this. People will die and I’ll fucking smile when I put a bullet through each of their heads and then I’ll burn their bodies until there’s nothing left.”

The smell of burning flesh filled everyone's nostrils. Pain like no other exploded where the iron sizzled. Alissa let out an involuntary scream and twisted her arm free of their grasp while they howled with laughter. Alissa looked frantically around. She saw Kristen stood to one side, a feeble laugh escaping her. A conflicting look crossing her features. Alissa saw Alpha Luca, still sitting at the table; he wasn't laughing. She pleaded with her eyes for him to help, before Blake moved in front of her as she felt more kicks hit her broken body. Her fight ebbed from her, her wolf let out a small whimper. The numbness engulfed her body, this was how she was going to die, on the cold kitchen flo

And no more having to be nice to ‘Bethany. Although, if you were to stick a gun to my head, I suppose I’ll admit I will kinda miss that last one . . . Tomorrow morning I will get on a plane back to Los Angeles. I will go straight to THEM headquarters and the F.U.C.K.’s will undo all of their fuckery. I will pick up my paycheck from accounting, and then I will go out and buy myself a new convertible. Jennifer Donner will die, yet another senseless victim in Sarah Killian’s infamous reign of terror.

I baited knowing full well she wouldn't do it. My men would swarm in here the moment she did. She seems to consider that but didn't lower her gun. After a breath, I raise my hand wrapping it around her hand and the weapon, ignoring the electricity that shot up my arm at the contact. I pried the gun out of her hand, without dropping my eyes from hers. I flicked the hammer and shot the gun. BANG. BANG. BANG. She hadn't even flinched once. She turned around to look at the mannequin who was now sporting three bullet holes in his chest. I lean around her and her breath hitches. I smirk as I rest the gun on the table behind her, careful not to touch her.