Killer Sans X Reader Novels & Stories

you were planning to kill me. Kimora: Self defense is not murder! (She says never once taking her eyes off of him) Xanne: Pause! No you actually wholesale intended to try to kill me just now what the fuck! (He says clearly annoyed and rubbing his head) Kimora: It's not murder if you don't resist! (She says slowly walking forward with her gun still trained true) Xanne: I was coming to tell you that we were going to land somewhere soon so you could walk around for a couple of days but I see that's not necessary! (He scoffed and turns around on his heel to begin walking away)

“Yes, you do. Kris and Preston will never have the heart to push you like I can, and Hunter has other responsibilities. I am the only one who can help you, little wolf. You need me.” Killian growls softly, baring his fangs. Of the four brothers, Killian seems to me to be the most deadly and brutal. Even Alpha Hunter does not have such darkness inside him. He is willing to inflict and take more damage than the others. I don’t know why that is a turn-on for me. “I will train you. I am not asking.”

He heard more then one of his she wolves has been his conquests before. “Ah yes, I would love to dig into her past. There’s something, different about you. I can’t quite put my finger on it…” Killian said to them. Then he whipped around and walked quickly to a book shelf halfway around the shop. “I think I have just the book you are looking for around here somewhere. Make yourselves at home.” He started muttering to himself going through the books taking one out here before shaking his head and putting it back just to do it again with another one. Alys laughed and started looking at the items in the display cases.

The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.

I asked, taking a bite of syrup-drenched waffles. “He sent Booker,” Carter replies. I choke on my pancake. “He is just as bad as Ajax,” I gasp after expelling the food from my airway. Booker Kimble, codename: Veles. He is a taciturn weapons expert tactician with a blood kink. He reminds me of C.H.A.O.S.’s hellhound, Ransom. They both have adorable boyish faces with big blue eyes and thick lashes, but they are deadly like slow loris. You want to cuddle them because they’re so cute, but they are poisonous and will kill you.

I yelled, my heart racing as Xander slammed on the brakes. “What’s wrong?” he asked, alarm in his eyes. I pointed forward to Cassius's car, but it was too late—Cassius had already seen us. Dammit. He was walking toward us with that predatory grace. “Leave immediately after I get down,” I instructed. “Take this; you might need it,” Xander said, handing me a flash drive. I quickly tucked it into my back pocket and got out of the car, walking toward Cassius and side-bowing rudely. Dammit. He looked gorgeous with the street lights kissing his face, his green eyes sparkling, his features sharp and alluring. How I wished he were just a normal man, someone I could fall for. But this was the damn mo

But then again, I rarely ever knew why I mostly had to taste his wrath on a daily basis. “One thing that I want you to start learning about me, malyshka,” Alpha Killian said, closing the cap as he was done. He didn’t bother looking at me for a few seconds, but his voice sent shivers down my spine as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart race as fear coursed through my veins at his cold tone, “I don’t like liars.” “Alpha…”

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

CHAPTER 35: The Hard Reminder Francesca’s Pov My face was still burning. I walked fast down the long hall. I locked the door to my bedroom hard, i put my back against the wood. I tried to slow my breathing. It did not work. The kiss was a mistake. It was a bad mistake, i told myself that. I kept telling myself that he is the enemy and that he is the killer, he is the one who took my parents but his story. His story was sad, he was only a fifteen years old boy. That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil.

For a brief moment, I wished I could go back to before it all started. *Ivy* I heard Camila's voice echoing faintly down the hall. She and Max were in the lounge, probably discussing Ana… or more like, the mess I created. Well, should I feel bad? Probably. Not really. Not fully. I killed her. That’s the truth. I ended her life with my own hands, and now people were mourning her, not knowing the devil was still walking free. “Gosh, that’s so awful,” Camila said, her voice tinged with shock. “Who could do such a thing?”