Killing Floor Novel Novels & Stories

"You said 'past life'? Are you reborn too?" "Yes. I've been reborn." Mikhail turned to face me, his eyes unwavering. "In the past life, Sophia killed herself not long after our marriage. The world believed I had abused her. But the truth is, she found my room filled with your photos and ended her life out of shame and rage. "I've loved you across two lifetimes, Emma. This time, I won't let the chance slip away." Outside the window, snow fell in soft sheets, blanketing Droskav in a white blanket.

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

The lights on the keypad changed to green and the lock clicked open. Good thing killers came prepared, because I really didn’t want to come back when there were more people. It hit me then, really hard. Everyone in the building was going to die. They weren’t going to let anyone out alive, all to cover up the death of one of their Killing Corps buddies. My hands shook as we walked down the hall. When we reached the lobby, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. There was the familiar suppressed bang of a silenced gun and the sound of a body falling to the ground.

“You’re telling me to relax now while you even killed me a while ago!” “Don’t overreact Joeff, these gentle hands of mine can only kill mosquitoes and yummy fish.” And these words were followed by a finger heart. “Oppa!” and I hurriedly ran away from him. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

I flick my head at the familiar males and walk a bit faster, now really wanting that steak. When I finally reach the door, I take the stairs two or three at a time. Sometimes being a tall muscular bastard has its perks. The upstairs of the entire place is one massive home to every wayward degenerate that ever crossed paths with Dozer Dennison and lived to tell about it. Home … to the Flying Death.

gurgles and moan fill the room. Tables turned upside-down with bullet holes,chairs upturned. Blood pools on the floor,I take stock of all the lifeless body in my home.four bodies, lay unmoving on the floor.blood pooling like a puddle around them.few men still moved. I spot laurel,nestled in Killian's arm,my second in command.

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Curiosity tugged at me, urging me closer, step by careful step, to hear what was being said. Then, like a dagger to my chest, the words cut through the air: “Just kill her.” The book slipped from my trembling fingers, falling to the floor with a thud that felt louder than a gunshot. My heart froze. My breath was locked in my throat. Before I could run, before I could even scream, something sharp and heavy struck me. And then—nothing. When I woke, I was here.

I did not look back at the troughs as I cleared the steps. The script of the novel was completely gone. There were no neat acts or heroic chapters left, just a messy, suffocating reality where the villains and the victims were breathing the exact same black smoke. There was no grand confrontation waiting for us, just the long, dark walk up to the Great Hall through the grease and the ash, with the midnight deadline closing in like a trap.