Killers Quote Novels & Stories

But he said, he will do come, hit is hit, and kill is kill. If he runs, the mysterious killer will longer find out him, deal with him, further involve his family, the mysterious killer clearly is a head germ disaster. Who is the enemy of people, he except eliminate, people do not die, he dies, he has a choice to choose? Ahead, the mysterious killer said a loud laugh. "You said you have such a strength, I really want to try it, let's start, don't regret it if you die!" Hearing such words said, Derek Alexander in his heart was on fire, want to push Tadhg Walter to fall off the terrace, as for him to lightly die death.

I said looking smug at him. "It seems you have forgotten why the killers were created" Just this sentence is enough to make the smug look on my face disappear 'They are created to kill any threat to the family' which what I said can be considered a threat, even though it's not potentially a threat but its still betraying the family to the outsider and exposing their secrets to the enemy which is another capital crime. I shuddered slightly when I remembered the zero failed missions for the killer, they would rather accomplish their mission and die with it than fail any mission that was why the previous generation killer only had one of them left, the two others sacrificed themselves to make s

He said, standing up. "Why didn't you just take us?” I yelled after him. “You know I'm a terrible driver" he yelled back. I scoffed, smiling. That was true. His favorite quote was, why drive a car when it's not trying to kill you? Only God knows where he read that one from....

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

It seemed as though this bastard was still somewhat responsible. Sienna raised her brows as she was ready to fight back. When Quentin saw that she was not going to leave, he obviously misunderstood her intentions and thought that she was staying for his sake. Quentin was both moved and delighted at this moment. He then pulled Sienna behind him and said to the killers who were coming over, “You should recognize who I am, right? Hurry up and leave if you don’t want to offend the Kane family!” The leader of the group of men grinned and said, “Of course we know who you are, Young Master Quentin, but some people have to die today.”

No one fights by begging. Or what do you think? A part of me whispered.. Sometimes z we must stoop to conquer.. Keep pleading and you just might be the first to touch some soft spot in his hardhearted nature. How hilarious! I chuckled. The King, show mercy? No way. 'Stop being a coward, Latifah'. I thought. How? I immediately remembered my father at one time, quoting the famous words of Julius Caesar, that… Cowards die many times before their death. But the villains never taste of death but once.

I panted, weaving my breathing so rough that I nailed my fingers to the leather seat of Lena's Corvette. "And I take it you don't like them?" "Like? What me? Them?" I chuckled in a monochrome tone, adding more to a snort. "What's not to like about those two? You don't see that dumb and dumber are about playing hooky. What?" "Wow, I never see this angry for a tiny quiet person." She chuckled. "But I guess the phrase goes, quiet people are usually the ones who become a killer. But that's what I think."

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

His voice cut through my thoughts, cold and sharp like a knife. I drew back on reflex, before snapping out. "What?" "Haven't you never heard the word 'no' before?" Shut up, Elena. For God's sake, shut up. He laughed drily, folding his hands over his chest. “I hear that too often. The guy who I killed tonight said that over and over again, till he couldn't say it anymore." A cold shiver ran down my spine. My courage faltered. "So are you going to kill me too?"

Teddy knew that a killer would always be a killer, and it was impossible for them to stop killing. He turned around but unexpectedly, before the sarcastic smile on his face disappeared, he heard Anthony's voice from behind him. "Mr. Teddy, shouldn't you ask yourself the same question? The people you have killed are no less than me, but you can still sleep peacefully. You even want to pursue a happy life. Why can't I?"