Killer Smile Novels & Stories

“I know it well. What about your shooting?” Pretending to be furious, Kelly said, “What about my shooting? I had to shoot a Possible to tie this dumb bitch! And she’s a showoff, too! You’re familiar with our targets on the terrorist course. There’s the famous one with a woman holding a baby while a terrorist has his arm around her throat. What does Bitch here, do? Could she just put a bullet neatly between his eyes? Hell, no! She fires ‘double-taps’ exclusively. They sound like B-Bam — almost like a single shot. One of her bullets is right between the target’s eyes. The other? A fraction of a millimeter to the right.” Glaring at Kim, she repeated, “Bitch!”

AUTHOR’S POV: One Week After The Incident: “You have the same fate as your sister Zara…..DEATH!” the masked killer exclaimed as he attacked on Zara, stabbing his sharp knife in her shoulder. Zara screamed in pain and struggled under him for her freedom but soon realized that this time she is not so lucky. As she saw the big silver knife coming towards her heart again, she let out another painful scream and woke up with a jolt.

(Drags out the man's tongue and divides it with the blunt shears then proceeds to strangle him with a string. Jeremy: (Leans towards the ear of the dying man) I am the devil that sends Men like you to hell. Safe a spot for my father, will you? (Rips out his earlobe with his teeth...) I look away as he finishes the kill and two males enter the room, their backs to the camera. Male: This is not your style, Kila. (Releases the dead body from the chains) “That's Junev!” Ken exclaims at the sight of the male.

I swallow him down, keeping my mouth clamped tight around him through the last, erratic twitches, swallowing around his spasming crown. I pull off slowly when he start softening in my mouth. Let his wet, flushed cock drop heavily against his thigh. I look up at him, wearing the smuggest, cockiest smile I own. "Was that alright for you, Kirill?" He just stares at me, chest heaving, lungs dragging for air. It takes him ten seconds to find his voice. "No." "No?" "I am dead. You killed me. Congratulations." "Took you four minutes. That’s definitely a record."

The sharp dagger slides between ribs and slashes mercilessly. Did it cut through the lung? Did it scrape against the heart? Did it tear and hack and slash? There is nothing but a blank expression on Demetri's face as he sinks the blade into Killian who is cluessly smiling and talking, a cheerful expression in his face, until it turns to nothing but emptyness. His smile drops and his eyes widen. He might not have even registered the pain his body was suffering. He let's out a wet hiss as he turns slightly to the man behind him.

•KILLIAN• “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Killian,“ Damon says through the cutthroat silence that hooked me from within as I forced myself to speak out in front of my parent’s murderer “Pardon me, but have we met before?” I say with an inept ignorance I had skillfully mastered all these years, sizing Damon up. My sniffly arrogance had worked, since He looked taken aback for a moment before he got himself back and extended a hand to me in greeting,

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.

I feigned ignorance that it was not a good comeback, but my eyebrows shot up in annoyance and my lips tried to choke back a more sarcastic reply, “You sounded like a serial killer there, bud. You need to pace yourself when you meet the ladies." “What? No.” He rubbed his chin and looked me straight in the eyes. “I only kill girls with my smile.” Here we go. “And you can’t go around calling people psychopathic killers.” I stopped myself from gagging at that. “You definitely seem like one of those men I hear about on the late-night news."

Suddenly she stopped spinning the small knife and held it firmly with her right hand while slowly touching the edge of it with the index finger of her left hand. “You know Jackson, maybe the edge of this knife is not sharp enough to actually kill you with one stab, and I might have to stab you approximately 10 times. So, I’ll give you a choice; either you find a way to kill yourself before I kill you with this orrrrr” Riana stopped and a creepy evil smile appeared on her face like one of those evil villains on anime. And only that smile was enough to make Jackson realize what she was after, his most treasured possession.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her: