Killer Instinct Jennifer Lynn Barnes Novels & Stories

1 SABRINA The first time I killed someone, I was seventeen. He was a politician who promised hope to a broken city but sold its secrets to the highest bidder. My handler called him “a necessary evil.” He liked to use those words, justifying what we did as if we were saving the world. But I knew better. There was nothing noble about this work. It was bloody, messy, and merciless. I’d watched my target for weeks, memorizing his every move.

“I thought watching him suffer would heal something inside me.” My fingers curled slowly against my sleeves. “But it doesn’t.” Because no amount of suffering could erase: thirty-six dead children, seven years of manipulation, the terror of dying by his hands, or the way he left me trapped inside that fire. Nothing could undo that. Kaelen looked at me quietly for a long moment. Then slowly, his hand brushed against mine, warm and steady. And somehow that comforted me more than words could. Behind us, I heard glass shatter suddenly.

This time, it was Myra's mother, Deena Kerr. As soon as the call connected, a torrent of tearful curses came through. "Glenn, you heartless ingrate! After everything Myra has gone through to keep this family together since marrying you, is this how you repay us? Dwight is just a child—he doesn't know any better. How could you send him to jail?

After I finished arranging my mother's funeral, I took her journal and went back to my hometown. I did it for only one reason. I wanted to avoid James. The police had already ruled David, Linda, and Martha's deaths as suicides. However, James refused to let it go. He insisted on digging out the truth. His repeated questioning made me feel exhausted. When I got back to my hometown, I couldn't wait to open my mother's journal. On the very first page, she had written only one sentence.

A stark reminder that this battle was not just a clash of powers, but a test of survival. Hestia's eyes blazed with bright fury and gleaming desperation as she raised her dagger once again, the blade gleaming in the dim light. “Fuck you, Cassidy! Let me go!” With renewed ferocity, we clashed, each strike a symphony of power and determination to kill one another. “Before you die, I want to slap you with reality.” I cocked my head at Gamma Jamenei, who dispersed himself in front of me and gave me the cylindrical beaker containing blood. “Do you see the color of this?” I asked her, still trying to claw me out but my hand was firm around her neck.

“But I give you my fucking word that I will not rest until everyone who has hurt you faces his end, and I am going to be sure that they fucking beg for it. The torment that you went through is not something that I will ignore or take lightly, I promise you, malyshka, that I am going to be sure that I end them all.” “I know that I told you that I didn’t want anyone being harmed,” she said, taking me off guard before she ran her finger over my chest. “But I want to see each one of them die. I know that it is not something that you would expect from me, but for the pain that they put me through, Killian, I want to see each one of them take their last breath, and just like they humiliated me for

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.

"Sir, without your permission, we can't kill a single beetle. Killing a girl is a long way off." "Then I really killed someone again. How can I do that if Lou finds out how much he will hate me?" "Look, there's a corpse lying in the red room. Get rid of it. No one knows. All right, go now." With trembling words, he told his bodyguards. He was terrified. "Okay sir." Shaking his head in affirmation, they left and he also came back. He quickly went to the kitchen and started filling his glass with water. "I was not conscious yesterday, so I killed her. Whenever I am not conscious, I will kill anyone. How can I do that?"

Ganun ang dating sakin. "Bitch!"Bulong ko at ngumisi sakanya at tumingin ulit sa pinto buti wala na sya kumg nandun pa sya s apintuan siguro nakita nya akong ngumisi at baka paghinalaan nya pa ako!KAILANGAN NATIN MAGING TAHIMIK,TAHIMIK DAPAT AKONG GUMALAW O GUMAWA NG PLANO DAHIL ALAM KONG PAGNALAMAN NYA HINDI SYA MAG DADALAWANG ISIP NA PATAYIN AKO!

I whispered, my breath hot against his neck, my hands instinctively reaching through the bars to grip his leather vest, wanting to pull him back into the cell, wanting to feel his weight crushing me again. "Get back!" he roared, spitting blood onto the stone. He threw himself forward, using the momentum to drive his elbow straight into the second enforcer’s throat. The cartilage crushed instantly. Killian didn't stop—he grabbed the dying warrior by the hair and slammed his skull repeatedly against the stone floor until the movement stopped entirely. The corridor fell deathly quiet, save for the wet, ragged breathing of Killian and Commander Jarek.