Killers Quote Novels & Stories

And I can't help but not forget it. She's calling me a murderer. She's disgusted to be close to a murderer. To be touched by a killer. Yes I am a fucking killer. I know that. I haven't done it once, not twice , I have done it so many times that I don't even have the count of people that got buried because of me.

Not after everything that happened two years ago. Before I could stop it, the words from that night flashed in my mind. “You know, I once read a quote in a book that said, ‘Weakness is a disease. If you don’t treat it, if you don’t cut it out of your life, it will consume you whole. And in the end, you’ll be the only one who suffers.’ So, Mr. Stranger, do you know what I think? Even if you die here— even if you jump, you’re the only one who will truly be gone. Everyone else will eventually move on with their lives. That’s how the world works. It’s cruel to the victims, even after death. So why don’t you live and prove everyone wrong? You said you were weak so why don't you live and become po

"End it. Make it quick. That is what Victor would have done." I lowered the gun a little, the barrel pointing at the ground. "Because that is what Victor would do," I said. "And I am not him. I am not a killer. I want you to live with this. To wake up every morning and watch your name become nothing. To see the legacy you protected turn to ash. That is a fate worse than death."

He stands up, towering over us. Lucien’s POV "Lucien, leave him!" Natasha yells, her voice high-pitched with fear. But I ignore her, my mind consumed by anger and vengeance. I can feel Jacob's life slipping away in my hands, and it only fuels my rage. "You're still the same killer I remember," Natasha says, her voice full of pain. I look up at her, my eyes cold and hard. "You're right," I say. "I am a killer. But you're no saint, either."

Kenan MacDonald scoffs. “As if I’d tell you. Bitch Queen.” He straightens and puts his phone back in his pocket. “All’s I’m sayin’ is that should one of you assholes decide to be a hero, you’ll fuckin’ regret it. You’ll live to see everyone you want die,and I’ll laugh on your graves. Except yours.” He turns to point to me. “On your grave, I’ll fuck the wife I was promised.”

As he looked at her, the spark in his eyes glowed with rage. "What the fuck did you do, Ramona?" "Your hesitancy, bro, can kill you. Tsk!" “Bullshit! Don't get in my way! He is mine to kill!" he almost yell angrily. Sh just laughed, obviously ecstatic about what he had said. "Yes, and, oh! I did not murder him. He wasn't hit, or, as I like to say, my pet didn't hit him. Because you know who was struck?"

My actions made it so my own children couldn't be around me. “To kill the life of someone is the same as to kill all humanity” I state as I lift my head to look at Avery with tear filled eyes. The quote is one that I lived by in my youth because I believe in it. I read the book to her so many times that she would know it as well as the next lines.

Ouch. "Too late " I said laughing. "Bitch I hate you !!! My fucking ear " he screamed "Oh I hate you to the moon and back " I replied. I wonder how bad that hurts ooops . "Tell us all you know and we might consider letting you go" mum said "I dont know the killer I swear i just mind my fucking business and feed " he said amidst tears "Oh but you know something now spill the Goddamn thing!!!" I yelled "I know that the killer lives here on this planet and has a big job but I don't know who he is I swear " he said as he kept on whimpering.

Deciding to finally own up to my deepest, darkest secret, and hoping that things won’t change between us as a result. My lips move, and the voice that comes out doesn’t even sound like my own. “I’m a killer.” My gaze snaps up to meet his. “I’ve killed before.” “Yeah, so have I,” Chase scoffs, brushing off my admission with the wave of a hand. “So has everyone who fought in the war against the shadow pack. We did what we had to do.”

Alice said, trying not to sound weak. " You see, that's the difference between the two of us, a real killer would have already shot me by now, " he said, then inched forward so his chest touched the tip of the gun, " if you were a real killer, i would already be dead " he said again, his eyes shinning madly. Alice knew he called her bluf, she wasn't a killer, not today, or any day, and immediately she sprinted for the door.