Killer Smile Novels & Stories

"You'll have to wait until-" "But I can't hold it anymore. May I remind you that you guys took me before I could even take a leak!?" I demanded. "I do not know who your Alpha is, but I swear I will tell him how rude you guys are to me! Have you heard of me? I am the all-powerful Killer Smile. If you guys don’t let me take a leak, then I swear I will unleash my mighty power against you!" The men in the car let out a loud gasped and the person who was driving suddenly hit the brakes. My head bumped into the seat in front of me, and I let out a series of curses.

That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil. I felt confused. I did not like being confused, confusion is weak. I am not weak, i am strong and i am the Red Reaper. When he kissed me, I did not stop him. That is the worst part. I kissed him back, i let my guard down. I let the pity for the boy make me forget the man. The man is a killer. The man is my target, the man is the leader of the Lombardi clan. I cannot forget that. I walked to the window. It was dark outside, i could still see the city lights. I felt far away from everything that was real.

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?”

At this point, she didn't care whether or not he killed her "How dare you do this! I don't f****** care who the hell you are, you have absolutely no right to treat me this way. I already knew you were sick m*********** when you killed West, but just because no one stood up to you doesn't mean it was right! if you ever try that again I will bury my heels so far into your ass that you taste it! f****** scumbag piece of s*** !" just to prove her point that she wasn't scared of him, Lisa raised her hand one more time to send a slap across Killian's already bruised face, but before her palm could connect with his face Killian gripped her hand harshly

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."

His gaze dropped to her mouth. There was a little bit of the devil in her. She always kept a tight lid on it, but every now and then she'd give in. Have too many shots. Say yes to some mad scheme. Buy the stupid shoes. Say yes to the crazy plan. That was the only explanation spiraling around in the back of her head as she leaned in and kissed Killam. He was a self-important lone wolf who didn't think she belonged here. Well, she was going to show him how well she could do this job. Not him. Her.

"Okay, I'll have a check and I'll show you the result tomorrow." "No thanks, I already have a piece of evidence." "I'll have you checked too cause you know I need to be safe also." "I'm not like you!" "Whatever, if I'm not positive you should have sex with me every day." "Are you going to kill me?" "Kill you from pleasure." "No, thanks." "You're not going to lose here though you have a hot, handsome, and big dick partner." "You're so vulgar, you need to have a percolator."

“Mila.” A few soft steps, and she places the pommel of a knife in my grip. I bring the razor edge to Mikhail’s chin. Finally, his eyes widen. Fear always takes hold of a man at the end of his life. A satisfying thrill rushes through me. Maybe I don’t hate this as much as I try to convince myself I do. “Fuck!” he roars as I glide the knife through his cheek, leaving a thin slash that weeps blood. “Fuck you, Asher!”

He wasn't smiling mischievously like he always did but he didn't seem to be in a sour mood either. I can't exactly what the difference is with the way he just spoke but I know he didn't have the same aura he had when he killed that Kennedy and made me suck his dick some time ago. I can't even believe I'm coming back to him after what he did but I've got no other choice and I know it.

When he tries to get up, I kick him in the face. I hear someone coming from behind. Spinning around, I block a punch. This one is fast, but I’m strong. I grab his arm, and he grunts. His eyes widen as I twist him around, and he’s defenseless as I throw him into the pool. Water splashes, the ice blue water turning brown, and the man yells. “It burns,” he cries. “It burns!” So I was right to not get into the water. Thank God. The crack of a whip soars through the air, and I duck it. A Silver Hunter with long blonde hair peeking out from her helmet advances on me.