Killer Smile Novels & Stories

Titan whimpered at the sight, wanting to feel her soft skin beneath our teeth as we finally marked her. I felt my eyes widen in surprise, letting the emotion only slightly show on my face. "I'm not grumpy." I frowned, my eyes widening as my little mate broke out into a fit of giggles. I watched her face in stunned silence as her little giggles emerged from her lips. "Are too," She drunkenly giggled, contorting her face into a bad attempt at a glare, "You're all like grrrr. I'm Killian and I'm grumpy."

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

Mirable said, smiling sheepishly and covering her mouth from laughing loudly. “Oh gosh,stop it right now!” Cercei replied as she tapped mirabel’s back playfully.

It was over even before she could fathom it but the after effects of the kiss had left her lips tingling as she stared at him with her mouth slightly parted, breathing deeply from the abruptness of the act. “Since you have already agreed to the deal you must know that being my personal killer would mean that you have to listen to everything that I tell you to do. There will be punishments if you fail to follow this,” he said, mirth swimming in his eyes taking Vevina by surprise. She wasn’t prepared for this new twist and glaring at him she wretched her hand out of his hold and shouted, “You never said anything about that! And why the fuck would you kiss me with your filthy lips?”

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

Damien’s expression didn’t change much, but his thoughts had. Who is she? “There’s a herbal blend sold in the older part of the city,” I said. “It’s not popular, but it works. You should try it.” For a moment, no one spoke. Then Damien leaned back slightly, studying me in a way that felt far more dangerous than anything else in that moment. “You walk into a private meeting, solve a problem my team has been struggling with, and then diagnose something you shouldn’t even know about,” he said calmly. “And you expect me to believe that's a coincidence?”

I pushed myself away from him with all my strength and slapped him hard across the face. **SLAP!** The sharp sound cut through the noisy hallway. Aiden’s head twisted to the side from the force of the slap. He slowly turned back to face me, touching his reddened cheek. A dangerous, amused smile spread across his lips. I stood there breathing hard, my lips swollen from the kiss, my pussy still aching with need. Aiden’s eyes burned with lust and something darker as he looked at me. “You hit hard,” he said, his voice low and rough, still smiling. “But I liked it.”

*slap* Another sharp smack echoed in the small room. But the guy in front of me just grinned, a maddeningly playful smirk that stretched across his face. He leaned in closer, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief, until I could feel his breath on my face. "Is this a sign that I can kiss you now?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble. My blood ran cold. "I will kill you if you even try," I hissed back, the words laced with pure venom. I balled my fists at my sides, my whole body trembling with a mixture of rage and disgust.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Dora stood up and disappeared to the kitchen, Grace could only pray she was going to finally let her go but her fear reached its peak when Dora appeared yet again with Chill source and salt “No, Dora please no" she cried but Dora went in front of her and began applying the chill and salt on all the cuts she had inflicted on her. Grace screamed out in agony for her to stop but the more she screamed, the harder she robbed the chili and salt “If it was any other person you killed I would have gone easy on you but you see Ben was very important to me so I want you to feel every bit of the pain I felt when you killed him”. Grace tried not to scream anymore, she held her breath suddenly wishing fo