Killers Quote Novels & Stories

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?"

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.

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.

"The killer left a message this time. Carved into Blackthorne's desk." "What did it say?" His eyes met mine, and I could see my own fear reflected back at me. "'She was never worthy.'"

It's just too freaky! But despite all of that, I have something in my mind that struck me as the oddest thing I have ever heard. ‘I like your smile.’ Ha! Like my smile? Only a psychopath would say that – which I think that Prick guy is. But still, it was the first time anyone had ever said it to me. Could it be that this killer smile of mine is slowly diminishing?

He seemed to understand the look in my eyes so he spoke up. “Let him see, Evelyn. Let him see how far you’ve come while he was busy destroying himself.” My thoughts ran wild but soon a dangerous smile appeared on my face. “Fine,” I stated, my voice dripping with venom. “If we are going to burn him down, we might as well do it in the spotlight.” Leo suddenly froze near the couch, with his head tilted. Then he waddled toward me with something pinched between his fingers. “Mama… I found this.”

“Remember what I told you that day?” “About how many pumps he will give me?” “I told you to be careful” “Why?” “Killian is a murderer” Helena said and Heather laughed out loud. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t control” Heather giggled slowly. “This is not a joke Heather” “It sounds like one to me. I mean, Killian is too quiet to even lift up a knife” “There are so many ways to kill. Stabbing, food poisoning, suffocating and also, sex”

It’s rubbing me off the wrong way. “Yes,” I narrow my eyes taking a step towards them. “If you hadn’t missed class, I wouldn’t have killed these dirtbags,” I kick a dismembered out of my way. “How could you …” she looks at me like I am beyond salvation. “How can you kill without mercy? So easily?” “Because I am a killer, sweetheart,” I stop in front of them. “And because I love killing. Is that what you want to hear?” “Don’t you-“

"But I bеliеvе you pеoplе can think of onе." Noah's voicе cut through thе tеnsion, his words lacеd with skеpticism. "So you'vе taggеd us as killеrs, right?" His quеstion hung in thе air, a stark rеmindеr of thе gravity of our prеdicamеnt.