Killer Sans Nsfw Novels & Stories

The killer looked around the place and saw Inspector Kenneth standing not far away from them with his gun pointed right at the killer. Seeing the killer lose his attention, Sunny took this as an opportunity and tackled the killer as a result of which both the men fell in the water. But cold freezing water couldn’t stop them. Then, Inspector Kenneth shot again in the air. “Sunny! Move!” Inspector Kenneth shouted still aiming at the killer. He fired again but it didn’t hit the killer. By now Sunny had overpowered killer and was sitting on his stomach, he made himself stable by capturing the killer’s hands under his knees and his hands made their way towards the killer’s mask. Sunny was determi

The killer giggled, "Have fun being delusional ~" ~ KL •Season One• R18GB

“Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.” “Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?” “Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.” “Pfft, that’s no punishment.” “No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.” My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?” “I guess you could call it that.”

Killian roared, the sound of his voice vibrating in the small chamber even without his Alpha resonance. ​He didn't wait for a tactical plan or a signal from me. He lunged at Vane with the primal speed of a hunter, but the Iron King wasn't as fragile as his elderly frame suggested. Vane moved with a mechanical, jerky speed that shouldn't have been possible for a human in a Dead Zone, dodging Killian’s strike with an unnatural fluidity. Before Killian could reset his stance, Vane drove a concealed, high-voltage taser into the Alpha’s side. The blue sparks arched across Killian's skin, and he collapsed to the grass, his muscles spasming in uncontrollable agony.

He simply did not feel guilty when he did that. “What now? Are you going to run away now that you know that I have killed so many people?” He asked and the look in his eyes seemed like he wanted me to be scared. Anyone in my shoes would. Killian was a psychopath. He also mentioned PTSD. But I was not scared of him. “Why do I have to run?” I held him around his neck instead. “Because I'm so hard right now and I want to fuck you hard.” He whispered and my cheeks flushed red as my pussy clenched.,

Everything, all of what he did to me and keeps doing, came crashing to the surface and I got pissed, really pissed. "F**k your rules, Killian! You're a psycho f**ker with the blackest heart, and you can't see past your nose to care about the feelings of others. You're like aids. You hide in the shadows and feed on the life force of your victims. You present a sweet face and it's all hot and steamy until your victim realised that you've f**ked them over and left them to die, while you search for someone else to kill."

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

“And you won’t be telling your little human friends about us. If you do, I will personally carve out their throats and force you to swallow the pieces. Do you want their deaths on your hands, Nate?” The image was so vile, so specific, that Nate felt his stomach lurch. With a guttural snarl, he snatched the phone, his fingers brushing against Kieran’s palm. A jolt, like static electricity, shot up his arm. “Fuck you,” he spat, backing away. Kieran’s smirk returned, wider and more wicked than before. “I’ll see you tomorrow little wolf”

"I am not comfortable with this." "You always have your security dogs watching my every single move anyway.." Elara countered, with a teasing smirk up at him. "What is stopping you from doing exactly that now?" Killian shook his head, his chest heaving. "This is entirely different, Sweetness.." Killian whispered, an unfiltered fear swirling in his eyes. "You have no idea how violently dangerous a Blackwood obsession is."

A knock frightened me out of my thoughts. Killian stood outside the room, leaning on the doorframe, hair damp, his suit swapped out for a black low cut shirt. At this point, he might as well have been allergic to color on his skin. "Before you go down, we need to talk." His adam's apple bulbed. "I know you're confused. But there's alot I need to tell you." Understatement of the decade. Nonconsensual sex in an illegal brothel is comprehendable to me. Being mistaken for a Mafia family's daughter is not.