Killer Instinct Kim Wu Novels & Stories

Being caught as a rouge, alone, on pack territory signs your death certificate because the warriors kill first and ask questions later. Kimmy paces up and down the room while Nick and I continue watching cartoons. Kimmy's mate is one of the lead warriors so I understand her anxiety. I feel it about Aidan too. I'm very worried about him but I push it aside because my worry doesn't help anything. Instead I stand to make Kimmy a cup of tea. She smiles in thanks when I hand her the mug.

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

When they saw that I still dared to joke, they immediately mocked me back. “Mia Schmidt, you murdered your own family. It’s only normal that we keep our guard up around you!” My expression was still playful as I gazed at them. “How could I be so ruthless as to fight all three of them on my own? You really think highly of me. “Of course, I drugged them first before I killed them.” When everyone saw that I had finally opened up, they held their breath while waiting for me to continue. But I schooled my expression again and stopped talking.

Love doesn’t matter. Not his. Not even Robert’s. What matters now is the mission. The truth. Justice. Revenge. I picked up my phone and dialed Kim, my secretary back in Canada. She answered on the second ring. “Hello?” “I need a favor,” I said, moving to the window that overlooked the main gate. “Of course,” she replied without hesitation. “Whatever you need.” That’s the thing about Kim. She’s more than my secretary. She’s lived through worse than I have. Escaped worse. Once the right hand of a feared mafia boss in her country. She knows how to disappear people. And how to find them too.

For a brief moment, I wished I could go back to before it all started. *Ivy* I heard Camila's voice echoing faintly down the hall. She and Max were in the lounge, probably discussing Ana… or more like, the mess I created. Well, should I feel bad? Probably. Not really. Not fully. I killed her. That’s the truth. I ended her life with my own hands, and now people were mourning her, not knowing the devil was still walking free. “Gosh, that’s so awful,” Camila said, her voice tinged with shock. “Who could do such a thing?”

'Moon Goddess please protect my Kimberly. Ash was feeling anxious inside his head. The dagger pulsed in her hand, as if alive, as if it, too, hungered for the blood that would awaken it. Kimberly’s chest rose and fell as she inhaled deeply, her resolve hardening like steel. She looked once more at her family and her mate. "Everything I’ve fought for… everyone I love… this is for them." Her voice rang out like a vow. And then—without hesitation—Kimberly drove the dagger into her own side.

She observed her in Las Vegas as well and overheard each of Jessie's and Din's conversations that evening. She missed her chance to kill Jessie that evening when Din made out with her in the suite he rented. Kim was unable to carry out her plan because Din stayed by Jessie's side both that evening and the following morning. She continued to attempt to murder Jessie even after Din left, but sadly, Jessie woke and was aware of her surroundings. Her hand gripped the knife's blade tightly. She bled without even realizing it. "Kim?" James called her name after noticing the blood and the tiny knife in her hand.

Killian was fighting ferociously and ruthlessly without mercy, and their numbers were dwindling. The wolves backed away briefly, gathering their strength, while Killian snapped his head to look at me, inspecting me. The golden glow of his eyes darkened dangerously as it took in the blood rushing from my head and the small cuts on my body. He growled again and lunged at the wolves that charged at him. He killed brutally, his claws leaving each of his victims in a horrid state. For the first time, I shook in fear, finally realizing why he was the most ruthless and notorious Alpha in all of North Central.

It seemed that he should refine some pills as soon as he can in case of emergencies… - Meanwhile, as Kim and Liv kept walking along the curb, Kim instructed, "Liv, remember to look into Frank when we get back." "What do you want to do? Kill him?" Liv asked in curiosity. "Well, that makes sense since he molested you. We can't let him live after that." "Don't give me that nonsense," Kim promptly snapped. "He did save us, and someone like him who could take down that many hitmen at once? He's definitely worth bringing to our side."

he said finally, voice low but fierce, “I think I know how to strike back. He wants me reckless. Let’s make sure he regrets underestimating us" "Now, let do that. We hit him where it hurt." Ivy said. Killian returned his gaze to the videos, watching, memorizing, letting the images fuel his resolve rather than break it. Every calculated beat of Robert Wolfe’s manipulation only hardened him. “You think you have me,” Killian whispered, voice raw but cold, “but you’ve just awakened the beast inside. And when I move… you won’t know what hit you.” He was ready. Not yet reckless, but ready.