Killia Novels & Stories

“You really know your words, huh.” “I do have a question.”, Leah butted in, interrupting once again the moment. “Where is Hughes?”, she placed her almost empty cup down and looked at Maya straight in the eyes. Maya drew back her hand, leaning on the chair. “Hughes is here in Kósmima, with another woman named Selena.” We both glanced at the purple-haired girl confusedly. “Another woman named Selena? What do you mean?”, I asked. “Like another woman, woman as a new wife?”

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.

You seem to be the only rational person among us, Shelly complimented her friend mentally before looking at her surrounding. They were in a large vast clearing filled with the only green__forest. Lots of wild trees, no wonder the air around here is so cool, she mused. There was no sign of life or a village nearby. Kiara has finally gone crazy. She's brought them here to murder them. "Where is this place, Kiara?" She asked. Kiara rolled her eyes at them and sighed. "This is just a few kilometers away from town. It's the best place for all the activities I have in mind."

Legs crossed and hands interlocked. Even in her slight fear, Heller had the courage to ask. “Who are you?” The woman chuckled. “The third Demon Lord, Crymillia.” Heller's eyes shook when she heard that name. 'A Demon Lord? But I heard that the Demon Lord was killed centuries ago. Could she be a reincarnation?' Noticing the pale look on Heller's face, Crymillia spoke out. "Now, now, there is no need to fear me. I only came to check on something is all~"

Unless he really cared about me like he said before. After a few minutes I saw Karisha coming out of the lake. My eyes followed the trail of water dripping from his hair and running down his beautifully tanned skin, enhancing the details of his carved chest, his six bellies, his deep V line ... OMG! I didn't want to see that!

Kojiro wouldn't get up before 12 and she didn't want to sit around at home either. Keyla strolled through town, her eyes fell on a pet store, she walked through the store and stopped in front of a television. There was a documentary about llamas. The reporter told about a lama named Rajiv. Keyla couldn't get on anymore, because they just showed how the llama spat on this reporter, who now stood there like a drowned poodle. Keyla had to move away from the TV as it could have been embarrassing as some viewers were already turning to look at her. She slowly crept out and strolled on.

After we entertained all the customers, I heard a voice behind my back. “That guy is so handsome,” I saw Sierra, my packmate, who is two years older than me. She looks cute in her bob cut, light skin, and blue eyes. “Huh? Are you talking to me? Sierra, right?” Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe that you know my name, Alpha King’s daughter!” I suddenly felt shy. “You don’t have to make it a big deal. I heard your name back then. Who are you talking about?”

He screamed again, waving his shovel. “Mr. Keever, we’re from Fort Wilks. We’ve been tracking your journal, the arcane tracer was activated over three days ago. The RRC sent us.” Likaya had approached the man, her sword was sheathed and blastrod holstered. Her arms were wide open as she neared him. Assuring their charge that he had nothing to be afraid of.

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

SABELLA'S POV The helicopter stopped in an unknown country , which I later found out to be south Africa , the men drove us to a mini secluded area , there were no many houses , we were told to submit our cell phones. I couldn't refuse , they were armed , I wasn't. Whoever sent them must be wealthy I concluded, we were driven to an unknown building , it was a desolated house situated in the middle of nowhere. I think they were trying to avoid been tracked , who were there running from . I would think of that later , right now all I could comprehend was the fact that , I was out of Nigeria, away from santiago and the throbbing ache in my head. The house looked more like a warehouse , the ware