Killer's Sweetheart Novels & Stories

How did Yvonne and I fit into this? Hermione held a cigarette between her fingers and lit it like she'd done it a million times before. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, she glanced at Yvonne in the corner and said coldly, "Don't worry. As long as we have his daughter, he will do what we tell him to." I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. Boiling with anger, I blanked out for a second. This was a trap. They were waiting for me to take the bait!

I didn’t mention the girl who looked like a mixture of the two of us I’d seen kneeling in front of the stone. I couldn’t say what I knew to be true in my heart. That we’d both die in this sick, twisted game of his. “I hate you,” I said, the words ringing like a death knell through the room. “I hate you because I can’t stop myself from falling in love with you when I know what happens to people like us.” “Sera…” “Don’t, Killian. Just go away.” Killian moved with the speed and grace of a tiger, and before I could blink, he had me pulled against his chest, his fingers tangled in my hair as he kissed me harder than he’d ever kissed me before.

"I didn't." "Bullshit. Did you tell him I was your first?" Killian's eyes glowed red. "Watch how you speak to her. You might be enchanted right now, but I'll only excuse so much." Chris licked the side of my neck. "She really does taste so sweet. Not as sweet as Sam, though." Killian launched himself at us then, but Chris stepped back so that Killian could grasp the air. "Watch it, Alpha. Do that again, and her neck is snapped."

“I’m so sorry, my sweetheart. Mayeli, I wish I had done better, given you all the nice treats and treated you like the princess that you are. I’m sorry I hurt you so much, my love. I feel like a mess right now because I know I’m only hurting you more. I don’t have much time, so I’ll say this. I’ll always love you, my princess and I hope we get to meet in our next life. I promise to treat you better. Please forgive Nixen, we were wrong about him the whole time. He had his own flaws too, but we mostly pushed him to it, and he’s just human. He loves you more than you know, of course, never as much as me, but I know he’ll take care of you. Please give him a chance, for you and Bryelle’s sake. I

I felt safe in the heart of the storm. "They think they’re hunting a woman," Killian whispered, his lips brushing mine one last time before I drifted off. "But they're about to find out what happens when you try to steal from a god who has nothing left to lose but the woman he loves."

Killian’s nose and mouth hovered over my cunt, wet and shiny, his eyes locked on mine. “Don't press too hard.” He went down on my again and his movements even got more intense. I bucked my hips as he fucked me harder and faster. Hitting my G-soot repeatedly. Then I felt it coming. That intense feeling. “Ride it out,” Killian said and I began to ride his tongue. Letting out a hard cry as I came crashing on his tongue. It was so intense that I felt breathless. My heart was rising and falling and Killian continued licking my pussy but in slow strokes. “Your cums taste just as sweet as you. Delicious.” He rose to his feet and then he leaned closer as he slammed his lips on me. Same lips that wer

With how much slick there was, it was effortless — and my clit got special attention. Where the panties shifted slightly to the side, I felt him directly, fully. It made me want to howl — he was so hard, hot, veined, and I wanted all of him inside me so badly. “You’re so damn sweet,” Kirill whispers against my skin, kissing my neck, his hot breath making me shiver. “You make me lose my mind… and that sharp tongue of yours drives me insane.” And I couldn’t even answer. My mind was nothing but pink haze, no coherent speech left in me.

The next thing he did was to pull Bernice into another hug, pressing his lips right against her ear. "I love you, Bernice," he murmurs. "I love you, too," she replies, but the words leave a bitter taste in her mouth. And best of all, with Ethan mere steps behind them, everything fell into place. She had Rafael eating out of the palm of her hand, Ethan bending beneath her heel, and this was precisely the life that she had always wanted all along. Yet, in that glass reflection, she met with Ethan eyes: The echo of pure hate in his eyes, black holes of anger and resentment. It was only starting—the game was on, and she would succeed at it. By any means, she would get her revenge.

Turning a murder case into a sucide one and so on. Hitting his fist one the table principal Song asked, "Why is he taking this case?"

His gesture made it seem like she didn’t want to miss a single detail of my story. “I-” I thought back to the moment when I was with Tiger, the cat's name that I came up with this morning. “I wanted her to live.” “And you thought about it when you stroked her.” It wasn’t a question. It was more like a blatant statement coming from him, like my story was proof that I am a witch. I shook my head. “That’s not enough to convince me, Doctor Kusher.” “Killer Smile.” Doctor Kusher said. With just those two words, he made me freeze on the spot.