Killer Smile Novels & Stories

His eyes drifted to me, and he smirked. He had to be kidding me… Friendly atmosphere my ass! My fears dissolved in the air, instantly giving way to violent urges. I wanted to punch him… or kick his balls… or stab him… or all at once. And I knew that if I'd called Ashley and Aaron, they would have even helped me hide the body. “Oh, believe me, I'm perfectly calm and friendly right now,” Killian said icily. “But I can quickly run out of patience, so don't test me and walk away.”

I don't want to be beside a sinister? 'I guess you wouldn't be all mad if he turned out a handsome sinister like Killer...' I giggle when my wolf refers to Killian as Killer, I can't help but remember his cute grumpy face, he is not all bad at least he is handsome. 'is that smile for Killer? Are you falling...' 'shut the fuck up and let me concentrate, you know, we need to get a few things that we might need.' 'You are going with all your luggage?' she asked.

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

“One life for one life.” Killian’s grip tightened around my arm. “You take one more step toward her,” he warned lowly, “and there is no coming back from it.” The sea roared back to life suddenly, the illusion wavering for just a split second. I reached into the pouch at my belt and flung a fistful of finely crushed charcoal straight into Killian’s eyes before he could anticipate the move. The dark powder exploded across his vision, and he staggered backward, momentarily blinded as he tried to wave the grit away.

he murmured with an evil smirk . Maximilian raised the gleaming knife, relishing the power he held over Killian's life. The moon cast an eerie glow on the scene, illuminating the twisted smile on Maximilian's face. Killian's heart pounded in his chest as fear coursed through his veins, but he refused to let it consume him. "You can't hide behind your sadistic games forever," Killian growled, his voice laced with defiance. "The pack will find out about this, and they will hunt you down."

He leaned back against the couch’s headboard, eyes glinting under the dim light like a predator already rewriting fate in his mind. ‘If truth is what breaks her,’ ‘then I’ll destroy the truth.’ He let out a low chuckle, almost mad. ‘She doesn’t need the past. She has me now. And if fate thinks it can take her from me–’ ‘I’ll twist fate itself until it begs!’ Killian palmed his eyes and then finally smiled to himself. A cruel psychotic smile. A smile no one had seen in years. A gentle laugh escaped from his lips as he removed his hand away from the eyes and glanced at the ceiling with the same creepy smile.

" Smack! With a vicious swoosh, the scepter struck Sam's chest without any reservation. "Gahhh!" The searing pain shocked him fully awake, and his scream tore through the house. His thin pajama shirt split apart, revealing a long, crimson mark across his chest. Smack! Smack! Smack! Even then, the exorcists showed no sign of stopping. The three of them took turns, striking Sam's abdomen, ribs, and thighs over and over, their attacks raining down mercilessly.

White powder clung to his hair and clothing, creating a comical contrast against his dark features. "Fuck! He cursed. Amara couldn't suppress the laughter that bubbled up within her at the sight before her. Despite her efforts to control herself, a few giggles escaped her lips, her shoulders shaking with suppressed mirth. However, her amusement only seemed to irritate Killian further, his narrowed eyes shooting daggers in her direction. "Stop fucking laughing!" he snapped, his tone sharp with annoyance. "This is the new facial for men!" Amara bit her lip to stifle further laughter, her eyes dancing with amusement at the unexpected turn of events.

Killian bent closer to his frame a little more as if wanting to tell him a secret. "Especialmente su hermosa esposa," he whispered darkly. Garreth's eyes flew open. He glared hard at his tormenter but Killian only smirked. Smirk which meant end. He pulled the trigger without a delay. A sharp sound echoed in the basement giving way to a grim silence. Thick blood splotched the walls and the room resonated with a thud. The bullet had pierced his forehead. (Especially your beautiful wife)

I slowly reached for the dagger. I pulled it out. Quietly. Carefully. The moonlight hit the blade. Someone behind us chuckled. Probably Marcus. I held the dagger between us, not raised. “I’ll fix this,” I said under my breath. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “By killing me?” I almost laughed. But I didn’t. I stood. Held the blade high. “I’ll do it,” I said loud. Calm. Elias looked pleased. “Then do it.” I looked at Sebastian one last time.