Killers Quote Novels & Stories

“I was raised to believe that everything is a consequence of life. My mom, my younger sister, you. I don’t notice that I’m becoming a monster until you come, until I get you. I realize the answer is not all against, but I’m willing to kill a few times to get you back.” “Before you kill, did you think about the people who will be left behind by the family you kill?” “I was an asshole, a jerk.” I let go of the cutlery I was holding. That’s the stupidest reason I’ve ever heard.

“Who cares? I believe your God must be laughing at you now.” “He is a forgiving God.” “Let's first continue our game. Your other best friend.” “Who? The cardinal or my cousin?” "No." “Who will be the second?” “Third?” The phone rang. The killer answered it. “I'm almost done. He would soon die a pain-free death. But we're playing games right now so please. I need to interrogate him first. He will soon surrender his knowledge about it. I'm certain about it.” "How sure are you? He's senile so how could he still remember where he placed it?"

he said getting riled up. He smiled wickedly and repeated, "listen, old man," he raised his eyebrow, daring him to say a word. He only a povked his hands and cleared his throat nervously, he smirked then he continued, "I may be a f**king killer, but I kill no child, ait? I don't murder children." "Then you need to go learn more about your profession because killers excempt no one. You are lacking so much knowledge I'd you still do that." He said shifting back a little.

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.

Shit. Kiara knew she shouldn’t have said that, but all those memories and emotions were prickling through her skin. She thought that at least her mumbled words would be enough to get him stunned for a while, but of course she wouldn’t be that lucky. “What are you talking about?” “Nothing” She closed her eyes hard, trying to think of a way out. “You said I’m a murderer” “Well, did you ever kill anyone?” Sarcasm. That was her way out.

We all exited the cafeteria, and started to walk. Unlike every previous time, there was no happy, open atmosphere as we walked. Everyone, including myself, was shaken to the core by the message given to us. 'You are all going to kill each other, one way or another.' said with no hesitation, regret, or remorse. It was pure confidence in the fact that we were all going to end up...killing each other. With each step, more thoughts entered by head. 'What do they mean by motive?' 'What motive will we have first?'

They laugh or make personal jokes on the first chance they get to interact with you. I swear I'm a killer; one day, I will murder someone in cold blood. It won't be the first time. All the mosquitoes and cereals I've killed can testify. So yeah. Everyone has the burning out point. It reaches a point where you can't take it anymore, and you snap into oblivion and do what you have always needed to do, what fate has always laid before you.

"There are people around us. Be careful when you speak. Besides, the real murderer has not been caught yet. Don't think about these things." "We know who the murderers are already. We only need one more piece of evidence." Jackie smiled and suddenly said in a colder voice, "I'm not worried about not finding the real murderer, but just haven't thought of a way to kill them most viciously."

He then sneered and said, “Oh, there are so many people. I’m sorry, but I’m going to kill all of you!” After saying that, he picked up his gun, pointed the muzzle at Keith, and then sneered as he asked, “Keith Acker, what are your last words?” Keith stood up and said without condescension, “I don’t know where or how I have offended you, but please spare my family if you really have a grudge against me!” The man sneered and said with extreme contempt, “It’s not just you whom I want to kill, but it’s every one of you!”

"Kill me first" I fell to my knees, he seemed surprised and so did his sidekicks. He straightened his shirt and walked to my front and this time he whispered. "Pick how you want to die" A sharp witty reply paced out from my lips "And I said kill me first" He smirks "If that is what you want"