Killer Smile Novels & Stories

Huminga ako nang malalim para ikalma ang sarili ko masyado akong hot. I heard a knock in out side,kaya dali dali akong tumayo para icheck kung ano iyon. At ang delivery man lang pala na binilhan ko ng pizza. Kaya agad kong binuksan ang pintuan para kunin iyon at bayaran. Ngumiti nalang ako para hindi ako halatang napahiya, napahiya ako kase pinag antay ko sya,pinag isipan ko sya ng masama. "Thank you..."I smiled to him bitterly.

He couldn't quite understand why her smile affected him in such a way, but it only fueled his growing anger. "Yifa , leave now and do as I instructed," Killian abruptly commanded, causing Yifa 's smile to vanish from her face. Both Derek and Black glanced at Killian , a mix of confusion and anger evident on their faces due to his disrespectful treatment of Yifa . They acknowledged that Yifa 's status as a white wolf labeled her as an enemy to the royal family, especially considering the recent events involving the former Queen. However, they believed that this was not sufficient reason for Killian to disrespect her.

And worse then sounded like a serial killer. But she had nothing to lose because good girl Nera was already dead within her. She wanted something powerful, and the whisky she was holding wasn't helping. So what if he killed her, she had nothing to lose. All she wanted was for the pain to go away. She followed him to his limo, and as they drove away, he promised her a night she would live to remember.

"Instead you chose another, far deadlier path. You stole my entire existence and ran like a fucking thief in the night. For that you will pay." Before I can respond he takes my lips with his in a brutal kiss. This is not a kiss of passion or love, this is a kiss of pain and revenge, of a man who thinks he has been wronged. This is the worst kiss of my life. He seeks entrance with his tongue and I refuse him. He releases one of my wrists, reaches up and grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open. One of my lips grinds against a tooth, cutting. Blood fills my mouth and I cry out, but the sound is swallowed by his vicious kiss.

"Beside him are three federal analysts. They aren't here to throw rice. They are waiting for a single tremor in your hand." "They won't get one," I said, turning around to face him, my heels clicking sharply against the cold slate floor. The heavy satin of the skirt brushed against his trousers, a sudden, electric contact that made my chest heave. "I’ve spent my entire life learning how to smile for people I despise. Smiling for you will be no different." Killian’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smirk. He didn't look angered by my defiance; he looked entirely amused by it. He reached out, his long, heavy fingers wrapping around my waist, his grip a bruising pressure that pulled my hips f

"Which one of your gross old man's goons went on that psycho killing spree, huh? Who'd you bat those pretty lashes at to get them to viciously murder that young engaged couple in cold blood? Was it worth it, you heartless bitch?" Serena felt like she was being dipped in a vat of slime and degradation. How dare these subhuman vultures make such vicious, baseless accusations? If they had even an inkling of the truth about the two figures standing with her, they'd be wetting themselves in terror rather than hurling insults. Killian leaned in close as though he could read her mind. "Say the word, and I'll gladly rip out a few tongues. Been a while since I had a proper snack." His tone was lace w

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

“Accidents happen around here.” “Asshole,” I muttered under my breath as I took a slow step back, trying to blend into the shadows. But my movement caught his eye, and he turned his head. When his eyes met mine, he flashed a confident smile. There was no hesitation or shame in his expression. Just a slow, lazy smirk that spread like gasoline over fire. “Well, well, well,” Killian drawled, not bothering to move or cover himself. “Look what we have here. My beautiful wife decided to join the party.”

Collins said, and Sharlene widened her eyes. "Oh my god, how could I not pinpoint it? She is the legendary LK?" Sharlene squealed before sitting childishly. "She is an unknown killer with mysterious motives. What is legendary about her?" I asked her, feeling strange that she thought a mere killer was legendary rather than her brother, who was a king, and she snapped her head towards me as if offended.