Killers Quote Novels & Stories

The disappointment in her eyes stabbed at my chest. I sighed slowly. Then I reached out. My hand rested gently on her head. Her soft hair brushed my fingers. “You’re very smart.” She didn’t look up. “I know.” “But being smart doesn’t mean you should walk into danger.” Her brows furrowed. “Danger?” “Yes.” I leaned closer. “Real killers are not puzzles in a book.” “They are dangerous people.” “They hurt others.” My voice softened. “And I won’t let my daughter stand in front of someone like that.”

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.

A rich cruel laugh that rumbled off his chest, vibrating into my pulsing heart. His eyes settled back on mine and he huffed out a laugh. “Give me a reason why you shouldn’t be killed?” “Because I don’t deserve to be killed!” I snapped. His eyes wandered to my blood-stained hands, his lips lifting in a smile before he returned his gaze to my face. “And that person deserves to be killed?” My heart stopped. “Those who live by the sword, die by the sword, Hitchcock. Haven’t you heard of that saying?”

The silver mask tilted, just slightly, toward Derek’s face. "You’re smaller than I expected." Derek’s mouth opened. Nothing came out. The Verdict Killer let the silence sit. Let it fill the room. Let Derek feel the shape of it. Then, still crouched, still easy, still looking at my husband through the almond slits of a four-hundred-year-old mask, he said the word I will remember, I think, until I die. "Crawl."

After getting approval from his superiors and the family, the FBI brought in New York's top criminal psychologist. The room was cleared, leaving only me and Miller behind the one-way glass. Dr. Hoffman's voice was deep and magnetic, like an ancient incantation. Enzo's breathing evened out, his eyes unfocused. He answered the first few basic questions smoothly, his expression growing peaceful. Until Dr. Hoffman softly asked the crucial question. "Enzo, take a deep breath. Tell me, who tried to kill you that night?" "Was it... someone working for Victoria Corleone?"

I explained. "I'll tell you something my father always quoted to me: Fukushū wa samui kata ga ī.” "What do you mean by that?" "That revenge should be served on a cold plate and if you need all the damn support in the world to get rid of those miserable ones, do it, Sunday accounts," he offered, making me smile. What she lived, what she lives... If you make them burn, just make them burn. “Mi aiuterai a sbarazzarmi dei cadaveri?”

“Whatever you're gonna do, do not kill him. You're a killer, or you were a killer so it's not gonna be so difficult to put a bullet through his head.” “Then you should be scared of me, don't you think?” I asked and she chuckled. “We should be scared of each other, that's just it.”

The killer said, staring at Samuel with his big eyes. "Have you ever heard of a sentence?" "What sentence?" "If I don't enter hell, who will? If I hadn't come in, who would have been able to enlighten you, right?" Samuel said with a smile. The killer was stunned and then sighed helplessly. "I'm not smart, but I'm not stupid. If you don't tell me the reason, then forget it." After that, the killer stood up slightly and walked to the end. "What are you doing?" Samuel asked.

"That's just fucking crazy! I'm not a killer!" "I know you're not, Kian. But this is the Reaper we're talking about. I don't think you have a choice. It's kill or be killed." Throttle's words hit me harder than a knockout. *~*~* "It's kill or be killed." Throttle's deadly warning played on a loop all night long inside my head. As I rolled to face the opposite side of the bed, the mattress creaked like an old rickety chair swing. The sunlight had only just started to seep through the curtains, a daunting sign that it was time for me to get up.

said Kiara with a serious expression . " How dare you call us , chickens ?! We are the most skilled and feared assassins in the whole continent . " said the assassins with a serious expression . " Is that so ?! Come on then ! Show me what you have got ! " said Kiara with a smirk . When they came near , Kiara felt a hit from behind and avoided it . She got up from the ground and threw the knives like arrows toward the assassins .