Killer Instinct Jennifer Lynn Barnes Novels & Stories

I whispered, feeling ashamed. As much as Alpha Killian pretended not to care, my decision sure caused him a lot of pain. He sat there silently, his face a mask, but I could see something happening in the depths of his silver eyes. "You know you can't try that again, right?" His full lips turned down ever so slightly as his eyes roamed my face. "I know." I whispered back, my eyes locked on my hands. "Were going to get you help, Claire. Whether you like it or not." Alpha Killian's deep voice sent a tremor of both fear and longing down my spine. His command sounded that of an Alpha, full of power and authority.

I acted as the primary lightning rod, directing the solar heat to break the last of the quartz barriers without destroying the delicate muscle beneath. On the edge of the pit, Killian was struggling to hold his ground. I could feel his heart hammering through our shared bloodline, a frantic and terrifying drumbeat that mirrored my own struggle. His slate-grey muscles were corded with tension, and his Alpha aura was flaring so violently that the marble around his feet began to crack. He took a step toward the hearth, his claws extending, ready to tear me out of the fire regardless of the consequences.

The absolute lack of shouting made the silence in the room feel completely terrifying. Killian began to pace. His heavy leather shoes made a slow, rhythmic click against the marble. "Someone walked into my kitchen," Killian continued, his eyes tracking the terrified faces of the staff. "Someone prepared meals every single day and laced them with a synthetic neurotoxin. Someone attempted to slowly murder my wife." Hearing him say the words out loud made my stomach violently turn. The reality of the situation crashed down on me. He was hunting the person who touched his possession, and he had brought me here to watch.

I could see the conflict in her eyes. She wasn't afraid of killing him, she simply was afraid of what killing him meant and I understood her completely. "You're not being forced to do this," I said. She looked at me. "You told me I could walk away." "I meant it." Karma glanced at the unconscious judge, and then back at the evidence. "How many girls?" "Four confirmed." She closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, the hesitation was gone and then she asked. "What do you need from me?" I handed her the final document. "Everything you need is there."

Why was I standing here like some desperate stalker? Why did I care if she ate? Why did I find myself checking the security feeds just to make sure she was sleeping? I was Bane Valak. I had dismantled empires and executed men without a flicker of hesitation. I was the apex predator in a city filled with wolves. And yet, I found myself paralyzed by the sight of a twenty-five-year-old girl who looked like she’d break if I breathed on her too hard. It was supposed to be simple. Amaya Vancouver was a spoil of war.

Each one of them knew that if they had stayed in that room for longer then the boss would have turned his anger out on them. The moment they were alone in the room, Killian grabbed Lisa by her hair and yanked her to her knees. Lisa cries out due to the pain in her scalp, She looks up at the killer with confusion, but in the process, she notices something that sends her senses on alert. Killian doesn't wait for her to acknowledge it, he grabs her hand and places it on the obvious tent in front of his pants. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and his eyes are filled with raw lust as he stares down at her. "You have no idea how hot that was "

Although Collins was the only one watching it the video, the audio was very loud and everyone could still clearly hear it. In the video Jessica and Katelyn were quarreling. As Katelyn made to walk out on Jessica, she brought out a knife and stabbed her multiple times on her protruding belly till she dropped dead in the pool of her own blood. Jessica then dug a narrow pit in the lonely forest and buried her in it. Collins glared at Jessica's trembling figure. She was scared to death. She didn't want to go to jail. She didn't expect Blake to expose her.

Jenny replied, "No, no. I mean, I am not being filmed like that." "Then?" Jerry asked. "I just want to tell you that..." Jenny took a deep breath. "I have murdered someone six months ago." "I know. That person who kidnapped you." Jerry said. Jenny was shocked to hear it. Jerry said, "I knew it when the media said that he wasn't found in his home, office, or anywhere. I knew that you have killed him." Jenny lowered her head. Jerry frowned, "Why are you ashamed? That bastard tried to abduct you. What's wrong if you killed him. The people who don't respect women deserve it."

Jennifer looked at me for a moment and then sighed. "I know," Jennifer said "What," I asked, confused "I know you didn't have a choice. As much as I hate that you had to kill her, I know you did it for me," Jennifer said "You don't think I am evil?" I asked, and she smiled at me "No, of course. Why would you think that?" Jennifer asked "Because I killed someone without hesitation or regret," I said

They weren’t here to negotiate. They were here to take her. To kill Killian. Her stomach twisted, nausea creeping in as she heard the sickening thud of a body hitting the floor. Elena peeked over the edge, her eyes locking onto the gruesome scene unfolding before her. Killian was a demon in a suit. His movements were swift, calculated. Every shot was a kill shot. He didn’t waste bullets. Didn’t hesitate. The cold, ruthless precision sent a shiver down her spine. This wasn’t just survival.