Killer Sans Cute Novels & Stories

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"Don't even think about it." "Wait for me." He brought the certificate to his lips and yanked out a dagger. He plunged it into his chest. His crazy move freaked me out. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering onto the certificate and staining my photo red. He tried to wipe the blood off but ended up toppling into the shaft. With a flop, he hit the sewage below. I shook my head. Karma was a real piece of work. Three days later, a scavenger spotted the blood pooled by the elevator and called the police.

“Rotting? You’re sitting up like you own the damn place. I expected you unconscious, maybe drooling. You look better than I thought.” “Better than you, I bet,” he shot back, a faint smirk tugging at his lips before his expression hardened. “What’s happening out there? You look like hell, Killian.” I leaned back in the chair, exhaling slowly. “You want the short version or the long version?” “Don’t play games,” he said, voice low. “Tell me.” I studied him for a moment, then leaned forward, elbows on my knees. “Kade’s dead.”

kade asked Leaning dangerously close to me, as little as a single inch of space was left between us. “No baby… Your fancy man, your prince charming, is a cold-blooded killer, one I breeded over the years, and he kills without mercy… I trained him, and I watched him kill more than anyone else, and you know what the fun part is? ..... He enjoys it.” That had done it. Those words he spoke crept into my ear and up to my brain, sending a trigger as I plunged the knife right through his fucking chest, not giving a single fuck.

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

* Expressionless, Killian snapped Dad's neck. Two elderly corpses lay on the expensive carpet, blood pooling around them. Killian stood between the bodies, gasping for air. His gaze shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to utter dead silence. He looked at his hands and suddenly let out a laugh that made my blood run cold: "Hahahaha..." "Is this love?" "Love is a weakness! Love is death!" "I don't need this! No one gets close to me ever again!" [Player Keal: Deceased.]

Killian hates cheese. Apparently, he thought crabs love them and got pinched. Okay this is hilarious. I fix my gaze on the boy in the photo. I’ve never imagined Killian being all cute before. In the photo, he’s just a boy. A very innocent, cute boy. Now there’s nothing innocent about him. Nothing innocent about the things he does to me. . . Nor the things he makes my body feel.

Kara clenched her jaw, pulling me out of my memory. “You mean the illegal ventures?” I said. I couldn’t help but jab. A little smirk touched Killian’s face. “So this is payback?” he asked. “After getting Mila, dead or alive, you are going to kill me?” Killian asked nonchalantly. “Yes,” Kara hissed as Killian pressed the knife further into the joint. “You bastard!” she cried, growing paler by the second, breaking into a cold sweat. “I thought she was your slut, but turns out you’re the do—”

Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive. “This monster is still getting turned on, even in this situation?!” She smirked, and scoffed and in a swift motion she sliced his dick off. Too bad she couldn't get everything out at once, so she kept slicing till it was completely off. And just like a child holding her award, she happily lifted it up like a champion, ignoring the blood splashing and the vigorous movement of her father on the bed. Tears had caused a streak down his face, as it was obvious he had run out of tears. He was heavi

"Kiba. One badass martial art swordsman" "And lastly...oops that's all for now" Kim chuckled. "This is our three best assassin in the Venom Tract cult group. Katarina has 50 kills with 2 fails. Brute is a human Abbatoir. He tears human limb for limb for the fun. He has 60 kills and just 1 fail. Kiba a very good hand to hand combat expert. Knows 4 different fighting techniques, and to top it up he is an expert in sword fighting." "I didn't sign a death wish" Abel said, taking of his shirt. Exposing the blood dripping sword cut at his back from Kiba. "Did the price on my head go up. Or you all just want me dead quickly."