Killer Sans Cute の小説・ストーリー

Because I sure as hell can’t. “Well, he’s fucking wrong, isn’t he?” Killian shrugs. I stare at him. He stares back, arrogance personified, and it strikes me, not for the first time, that if I survive the alpha challenge coming to me sooner or later, he and I will be the alphas in the most closely allied of the five packs. Killian scratches his jock and spits. “I don’t know, man. It’s like—I saw a movie once where there was this graveyard, and if you buried an animal in it, it came back with no soul. Your wolf looks like the cat from that movie.”

That would be silly. In order to get hired by T.H.E.M., you first have to get on their radar. Kill five people without being identified or caught, and you’ve got T.H.E.M.’s attention, even if they don’t know exactly who you are yet. This earns you the label of a Recognized but Unidentified Serial Killer (R.U.S.K.), meaning T.H.E.M. has identified your killings are the work of one person, they just don’t know who you are. Kill ten people without getting caught, and T.H.E.M. will try to recruit you—obviously they’ll have to have identified you before they can recruit you, but T.H.E.M. is very good at identifying serial killers, so if you kill more than ten people without getting identified by

CHAPTER 1 Cassie If you told me 2 months ago, that the man that murdered my parents in cold blood would buy me as his sex slave, I wouldn’t have believed you. And if you had told me that the same man would be my mate, I would have punched you. But here we are…. Maybe this was a sign from the godess that I was meant to kill him and avenge the death of my parents. Yes. No matter the cost, I will kill Alpha Jake.

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.

“It’ll take Ricci a minute to get up here. Just let me touch you for a moment. All those years of watching you while your father said I couldn’t even have a taste.” The door banged open, flooding weak light from elsewhere in the mansion where the generator was working into the room. Killian filled the doorframe, his gun already aimed at Mattia’s head. Tommaso and Adrian were behind him, guns drawn. I felt a flicker of movement from the crazy man behind me, and then it wasn’t Mattia’s hand at my throat. It was the cool, sharp edge of a knife. I didn’t dare swallow. “Let her go,” Killian said in a low, smooth voice. There wasn’t a hint of fear about him. He was completely calm and deadly, a he

His jaw was shadowed in stubble, his shirt half untucked, but his eyes those were the same: cold steel, sharp and clear. “You’re early,” he said. “You answered.” He stepped aside. “Only because you used the word Blackbird.” She entered. The apartment was stripped down maps on the walls, two laptops open, wires running into God-knows-what. It smelled like black coffee and burnt adrenaline. “You have ten minutes,” Killian said, shutting the door. “And if you mention Cassian, I’ll cut that in half.” Aria raised an eyebrow. “Brotherly love.” Killian didn’t smile. “You don’t know him.”

I slowly reached for the dagger. I pulled it out. Quietly. Carefully. The moonlight hit the blade. Someone behind us chuckled. Probably Marcus. I held the dagger between us, not raised. “I’ll fix this,” I said under my breath. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “By killing me?” I almost laughed. But I didn’t. I stood. Held the blade high. “I’ll do it,” I said loud. Calm. Elias looked pleased. “Then do it.” I looked at Sebastian one last time.

“Withdraw? We already drafted the term sheet.” “Yes,” I said. “And you’ll rescind it before tonight.” A flicker of irritation crossed Charles’ face. “Mrs. Duggerman...I mean, Fiona...Duggerman Enterprises has shown consistent quarterly growth under your restructuring. Why the sudden reversal?” 'Because he had killed me!' I wanted to scream the words into their faces. I didn’t. Instead, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my breathing. I reached for my bag again and brought out a slim file, sliding it across the table towards them.

Hell, I wasn't even sure if I liked the guy. We sat like that for a few moments. His silver eyes locked on my face while I waited for the inevitable string of questions. "Do you know how deep you would have to cut to end a werewolf's life?" Alpha Killian asked, any amusement gone from his tone. I squirmed under his gaze, knowing he didn't expect an answer to that question. Instead, I chewed on my chapped lip. Hoping my eyes could give him answers that I couldn't. "Why?" He asked slowly, his tone telling me he didn't just want an answer, he needed it.

She tucked those fractions of a second into her memory, reined in her triumphant grin, and went back to her steak. She shouldn't have ordered dessert. She was already full. But he said the crème brûlée here was worth trying—he didn't want any, he just ordered one for her. With a patience no professional killer had any right to possess, he explained: a good crème brûlée's caramelized sugar crust should crack cleanly under the spoon, not shatter into rubble. He handed her the spoon; his knuckle brushed the back of her hand. Her hand paused for a beat. Then she flipped the spoon over and cracked the caramel shell with its back—a crisp, clean crack, the spoon sinking in half an inch, the shell s