Romans & histoires Killer Instinct Moves

"Erica, calm down. It's just a misunderstanding. Maybe he's feeling insecure." That only made Erica angrier. She lunged at me and sneered. "You're jealous of Adam. That's why you keep getting in his way. Since you're so obsessed with his fingers, I'll make sure yours suffer just like he did." Then, she turned to the fake Adam. "Adam, hold his hand down!" The fake Adam hesitated for a moment, then a cruel smile spread across his face. He ran over and pressed my hand firmly. Panic surged through me. Erica was ruthless. She grabbed a glass vase off the table, and a cruel light gleamed in her eyes as she lifted it toward my hand.

He had both hands on my waist ,his chest heaving up and down as he waited for motion. I started moving slowly ,up and down then grinding on his dick. My breast bounced with each movement. My cunt tightened around him as I felt him stroke every single inch of me with his hardness. Killian puffs out a breath,his face twisted in impatience.“ You're too slow!” He clipped. I stopped moving all together and he glared at me.“ I didn't say stop!” " Well,I'm the one on top so I get to move as I like .” I retorted ,resuming my slow movements.

A swift kick sent me crashing to the floor, the air rushing out of my lungs. Killian grinned as the crowd roared, screaming his nickname- the killer- from all sides. I struggled to my feet, and then he was coming for me once more, Instincts kicking in, I shifted right, avoiding the crushing fist aimed at my spleen. Back against the rope, I bombarded Killian with a hail of fast short jabs to his torso, trying to win some space and deliver a knee-strike. My knuckles burned as I managed to side-step and finish the combo with a powerful kick to the middle of Killian's chest, throwing the bigger man to the opposite rope, where he crashed and fell, and the roar of the crowd rose to a crescendo.

I felt my nostrils breathless, filled with mucus, but I couldn't help but shed more tears. Killian was out cold. And just like always—I showed up too fucking late.

Then I could hear the doorbell ring, I could see Kate from the dash cam, so I opened the door and she wrapped me in a hug. " I'm so sorry" were her words. I was completely numb. "I believe what you said about the nightmares, Mike the homeless man died this morning as well" Kate dropped the bombshell. "That couldn't be" I screamed. Those were the two people the old hag killed. I couldn't control my emotions as I kept wailing. Kate stayed with me during the weekend and helped me with the basic things I needed help with around the house. Kate also offered I stayed at her place but I declined. I can't afford to be close with any other family and later get to know that they would leave this world

Each strike was deliberate and calculated, my aim true, as I engaged in a lethal waltz with my enemies. I did not lie that I shall kill Valerie. And I will prove to her that I am not just a Luna. The thrill of battle made me alive, my senses heightened and attuned to every subtle movement in the shadows. I relished this dance, reveling in the power that surged through my being. As I spun around, a swift movement caught my eye. My gaze locked with Alpha Zarion who stood at the edge of the clearing. Well, he didn’t even lift a finger to help me yet I remained victorious in slitting the throats of the Rogues—the very Rogues that killed Elliot, no doubt under Hestia and Brandon’s command.

Ever since I was little, I knew my mom didn't want me. My dad, though, kept telling me that she loved me, but some complicated stuff was keeping her away. He said that once I grew up, I needed to find her and claim my place in her life. I always figured he was just making things up so I wouldn't grow up resentful of the motherly love I never had. Then the debt piled up. Dad was scrolling through TikTok, looking for any way to drum up sympathy online, when he suddenly let out a wild yell. "Scrappy! Look, it’s your mom! Pack your stuff, we’re going to find her!" I stared at the screen. The woman in the video was stunning, effortlessly poised, and dripping in old-money elegance. A cold pi

It did not have the intelligent spark of a shifter, it was a wild, starved predator of the deep permafrost, drawn to the keep by the scent of newborn blood. The wild beast lunged. It did not drop straight down. It leaped from the beam, its back legs driving off the timber with enough force to crack the old wood. It aimed directly for the sling across my chest. Killian did not hesitate. His body moved with a terrifying, explosive speed. The muscles in his thighs bunched under his dark cloth trousers, his heavy boots launching him off the stone dais. He did not shift into his full Lycan form, but the transition was there in his face. His jaw widened, his teeth extending into long, white dagger

He came for leverage, for knowledge, for advantage. Before I could even move, Kael was on him. Fast, silent, lethal. His hands gripped the intruder’s arms, twisting and bending with exact force enough to immobilize but not break. My stomach lurched as I watched him work. Every motion was measured. Every hold precise. He was art and danger in a single motion.

I don't want to hurt him, but I don't want to get hurt either. There's that thin line where I can cross if I can play this right. No matter what I do, though, this kind of encounter leads to either one. Rowan growled and took two steps back. Killa then stood in between us. She smiled at me and took over. Killa's attacks are straightforward. Although they're fast, her attacks are pretty predictable. "Killa, please." Passive resistance 101, PLEAD. "You know what, Garcia?" she said and walked casually towards me. "I like your guts. You're the only wimp I know who hasn't given up yet."