Killer Smile Novels & Stories

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—”

A virus wind blew, once more, making her shudder. He was gazing at her unobtrusively as yet holding his whip. In his sparkling cowhide boots, Kail resembled a wonderful killer. "For what reason would you confirm or deny that you are saying anything? Nothing more to say?" He at last opened his mouth. As yet taking a gander at her restricted by a rope, Kail grinned. It was a spine-chilling yet rich grin. "You go by Jamal, isn't that so? So you're not dating Silje?"

“Your, your dick is the best, yeah….keep fucking me” A slap landed on my pussy, forcing me to cry out, “Take it like a fucking little slut” He pulled out, I couldn't stand, my legs were shaking but he didn't give me time to recover as he positioned me to the side while his shaft thrust in from the side, one of my legs hang up in the air, “You see how I'm fucking you, no one, will fuck you like that, if I see you looking for another man for anything I can do and give to you, I'll fucking show you why my name is Killian Romero”

As far as my eyes could reach, there was not even a single whisper of escape falling upon my ears. Seeing Killian at the stove was something I hadn’t ever expected. I knew this man as a demolisher, not someone who could create. He symbolized the very essence of animality, an epitome that breathed and thrived violence. It was not just the piercing gaze that sent shivers down my spine, but his smile that truly paralyzed me with terror. A maniacal spark danced in his eyes every time he plunged his knife further, a wicked glint matched only by the twisted amusement etched upon his face, stained with the crimson hue of blood. The horrors I had encountered were extended evidence that his deranged

a smirk? I have no idea what this is about, but the anger and sadness I saw in Killian's eyes were like a knife straight through my heart… Not only did he say he hates me, he even labeled me….a whore, a murderer. My hand shakes, my whole body trembles as I try to talk to him, but Chloe keeps butting in. Looking at her, she has a mischievous smirk and the twitch in her mouth tells me all that I need to know, something's off, somehow.

But instead of calming him down, the lyrics made him weep more hysterically. The man came back with one plates in each hands. He saw Kazumi crying and instead of losing his tranquil he just flashed that soothing smile again. For any normal killer, he would start yelling and bashing his victim because of too much noise caused by his weeping. But he just smiled... a genuine smile.

Gun still smoking. Expression calm. Like he hadn’t just killed a man in the middle of a formal council meeting. "I don't really give a damn if you call her a murderer," Killian said, his voice steady and sharp like a blade. "You want to know the thing about people like us? We’ve all killed. Every single one of us. And the only reason we’re still breathing is because we’re damn good at it. If we weren’t, we’d be dead already. So spare me the moral high ground."

“Don’t tell Dominic.” A bright smile broke across Killian’s face. It wasn't the polite, engineered grin he used to give on instinct. It was relaxed. Easy. It transformed his features, softening the sharp angles of his jaw, and for a terrifying second, it caught me completely off guard by how striking he was.

I don't familiarise myself with my potential killers. A cool finger reaches out under my chin, lifting it up slightly. I gasp, staring into shiny, hazel eyes - the brightest I've seen - behind dark shades. His lips are thin, the sides curling into a devious smirk as he shoves my face away and turns his back. "Kill her." Oh, God.

“But I've got blood on my hands, Killan. I murdered them, I caused their deaths.” “You didn't.” I bit my lips, swallowing hard, “then you don't think I'm a murderer?“ Killan smirked. “You'd look good dressed like a serial killer, but I think you'd freak out at the first sight of blood.“ “Killan.“ I chuckled, pushing his chest slightly, but he didn't bug. Instead, he leaned closer, his minty breath mingling with the scent of his cologne. Tempting. Incredibly tempting.