Killer Instinct Jennifer Lynn Barnes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Keith gazed at Lillian with a knowing smile. Now, with her clothes drenched from being soaked, tightly clinging to her body and revealing her stunning figure. Recalling the time when Lillian voluntarily stripped naked before him, Keith had sensed that something was off. Lillian's figure was too flawless, without a single flaw. It was abnormal. Lillian knew that all her secrets were no longer secret. She forced her eyes shut, her voice hoarse as she said, "Since you already know everything, why don't you just kill me directly? With your methods and style, I wouldn't survive for more than three days, right?"

All she knew was that a day would come, when she wouldn't be too lucky to come out alive, but she wouldn't sit down and watch that happen. “Diana, you need to go to the police station, and have him arrested for wife battering. He's going to kill you, No! He’s already killing you, look at you.” Jessica ssid, pulling up her blouse and saw the dark bruises, including the fresh ones that decorated her body. Kelvin isn't human, he deserves to rot in prison all the days of his life.

A world so dark as this did not exist without the innocence of youth. Born the first daughter of Duke Killian and Duchess Lilith Hunter, Lady Mary Hunter was nothing short of sensational. Smart and strategic like her father. Decisive, alluring and manipulative to a fault, like her mother. Killian took his son Calvin onto the battlefield, flaunted his daughter Veronica’s beauty when he had dinner with the king, but Mary was his very best assassin and therefore his favorite. Those who knew of her contracts knew her only as The Silencer.

Even if it lacked luxury, she had been safe and happy there. Never in her life had anyone violated her boundaries to this horrifying extent. Her knees buckled slightly, forcing her to lean her full body weight back against the cold glass wall just to keep from collapsing. The tears she had fought so hard to hold back finally spilled over, tracking hot paths down her pale cheeks as she stared blankly ahead, a trapped bird in a cage built of wealth and cruelty.

Veins of glowing, violent purple bulged frantically against the courier’s skin, thrashing like trapped worms as Killian's shadow pressure systematically squeezed the necrotic infection down to the bone. "Where is the altar?" Killian whispered, his tone terrifyingly calm as he took half a step closer. The silver fire in his eyes flared with a lethal, cosmic hunger. "Every second you waste, I compress your marrow by another millimeter. I will turn your nervous system into glass and shatter it into ten thousand pieces before I let your heart stop."

Despite her age, her steps were firm. Finally, she stopped in a secluded spot surrounded by towering plants, a canopy overhead. Books lined the shelves—a hidden library in the garden, a surprising discovery. Abruptly, she turned to face me, her gaze piercing. My heart raced like a cheetah, my legs feeling weak. “Do you know I could kill you here, bury you, and no one would find you? No missing person’s report would be filed, and anyone who tried would be arrested,” her voice cut through the air, chilling me to the bone.

Then, she slammed her cane down and pointed to the door, making it clear they needed to leave. I got the hint and opened the door, shoving them out. They didn't want to go, so I grabbed a ladle from the table and tossed it at them. They stormed off, muttering about how we were cold-hearted, ruthless monsters. As soon as they were gone, I called someone to switch the lock to an electronic one and installed a camera by the door. I even put up a sign—"No entry for Sebastian Jensen, Susan Clarke, or Alice Reed! Dogs aren't allowed either!"

Not just any bodies, the torn off pieces of her family: her mothers afraid features still cemented to her motionless body, surrounded by the limps of her father Daniel and younger brother Jamie. "They will fucking, pay for this!", Nyx roared inside my mind, igniting the fury already ablaze. There had to be over fifty pictures – zoomed in and out – of their gruesome murder. It was obvious they had suffered and she would make sure that the person who did this suffered too.

My arms encircled the armrest. "Then we're on borrowed time." "What are we going to do? Vincenzo will kill us if he finds out anything" I met her gaze. "Survive. First and foremost." She quietly slipped away, and I remained silent. Later, strolling about the villa, I found myself in front of the library. Its lights were still on. I went in. Vincenzo was lying on the sofa. A book in his lap. Asleep. The fire crackled next to him. His head lolled against the armrest, his face relaxed, vulnerable. No monster now. Only a man. There was a tightening in my chest. One I did not wish to identify. Because I wasn't meant to feel anything. Yet the distinction between hunter and prey had vanished. And I

She feels like a killer, committing a heinous act against the man she loves. She walks out to the library, hoping there will be a book. That would take her kind of Killian and her secret, but after scrolling through the book, she still couldn’t concentrate. “You’re such an evil person, Brynn,” she whispered before she walked out of the library and walked out into the yard.