Killer Instinct Jennifer Lynn Barnes Novels & Stories

"Just a few more days. When your brother gets me back in my own pack, I will be able to die peacefully. But until that time comes, no one can kill me. Not even the person you are talking about." "What if he comes in your way?" "If he comes in my way, I will kill him." Jennifer replied with a chilly tone. Katrina's eyes enlarged. She did not expect that. She looked away from her as she knew Jennifer was not lying. She could think of something like that. She was not an ordinary omega anymore. She knew how to use her hands and legs, as well as her wolf. Jennifer went back to Keith's office and placed the cup of coffee on the desk.

The years he'd built himself into a weapon. He told her about his first job. A man in a warehouse. The organization said he's a trader who had sold them bad information—people had died because of him. Vincent was fourteen. He didn't check if it was true. He wasn't supposed to. The man looked at him and said, "You're just a kid. Go home." That was worse than a fight. He pulled the trigger anyway. Then he went to a motel and sat on the floor of the shower until the water ran cold. He didn't cry. He just sat there trembling, watching the water go from pink to clear. He told himself the man would have killed someone else. She felt something tighten in her chest. Not fear. Not disgust. Something

he said while still crying. I gripped the knife tightly, I am calming myself first before I could do what he wanted. I'm already crying while shaking because I don't feel like doing it anymore. I just want to go home and sleep. I just want to plead with George that I don't want to and I can't, I want to say that I won't continue as long as he doesn't say that I'm the killer. “I... I can’t do this anymore.” “If you don’t proceed, I can’t promise you that I won’t tell others your secret. If you want to keep everything a secret, you're going to kill me. Kill me because I know your darkest secret.”

I muse the words again and again as I lower my head against the shower head. My mind is ambushed by images of the bartender. The blood that flew from his head. His brain cells and shit that matted on the floor. My suppressed wail and the wild surge of fear renews. No. I have to stop before this stops me. A clicking sound comes behind me and I quickly veer around, ready to strike if it’s the killer. I grasp the shower head tightly in my hand, the water sluicing on Lilly’s body. “Shit. Dawn.” She bellows, surprised at my actions. My impulsive actions.

“You're a different kind of breed, aren't you, boy?” Lorraine’s breath hitched. “Misha…” “You're a natural born killer. There's a desire in you. An ever-growing thirst to see the pink mist. To see someone drawing their last breath. That's what you ever want. This revenge is just a big, ugly bullshit coming out of your mouth. I know what you are, Misha. No need to hide anymore.” Vincent’s words cut through me like a serrated blade, slow and jagged.

“I swear, if that asshole tries to lick my belly button one more fucking time, I’m going to fucking rip his head off with my thighs. And he’s not budging on information, either. I tried to get him to tell me what his plans are for the weekend, but he just lied and said he’s playing poker. If I could just get something useful out of this dipshit—either a decent orgasm or some information—I’d at least feel like my efforts were worthwhile, but I’m getting nothing.” “I’m sorry. I promise, I’ve given up any hope on these dreams going away now, so going forward I will focus on getting information out of him.” My transgression forgiven, we finish our breakfast and head out to the Skank Mobile. As w

And when he does, the first thing he will see is the medical record of the woman who tried to murder him for corporate leverage. Why did you do it, Cynthia? Killian whispered, his voice dropping into a hollow, broken growl as he knelt down and grabbed her by the throat, forcing her to look at him. I gave you everything! I stole from my pack for you! I ruined my life for you!

It was Ivy who killed her own biological mother, and she didn't even leave a complete corpse behind. If I stayed silent about this, I would be betraying the kindness my mother-in-law had shown me all these years. Ivy's expression darkened instantly. "Do you know how many people in Helmer City are begging me to perform surgeries? One word from me, and plenty of people will clean up any trouble for me." She let out a cold laugh. "You really think you can shake me?"

“But I need to read your thoughts to rule you out. When we’re done, the Alpha will command you to stay quiet about this—so the killer doesn’t get wind of it.” The man nods, calm, his heart rate steady. His energy reads clean. “I understand. Anything to help.” “What’s your name?” “Lenny.” I nod and walk behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders. Even before I dive into his thoughts, I know it isn’t him. Still, I have to go through the motions. I glance at Drake and give a small nod. “Are you the killer?” he asks. Lenny’s mind flashes back to a forest. Trees. Blood. A girl—no older than seventeen—shattered across the ground. His stomach twists with the memory, his heart breaking for her pa

“Silas is everywhere. Watching. Waiting.” Killian lifted his head just enough to lock eyes with me. Pure violence simmered there, tempered only by something darker, hungrier. “They’re not taking you.” His voice was a low snarl. “Not while I’m breathing.” His hands were already tearing at my hoodie. I helped, shrugging out of the heavy fabric until I stood in nothing but the tight binder that flattened me into Rowan every day. Killian’s fingers shook...not from nerves, from barely-leashed need...as he worked the clips. Each one popped free like a gunshot in the quiet room. The binder fell. My breasts spilled out, heavy and aching from being crushed all day, the skin marked by the patterns of