Killing Floor Novel Novels & Stories

Tears and snot streamed down her face as she banged her head repeatedly on the floor, her forehead quickly turned bruised and swollen. "I'm begging you. I'll find a way to pay you back. I swear I will. Just let Dwight go!" The two officers frowned but remained silent, their eyes fixed on me. I looked down at the woman whom I had once cherished, trusted, and who had ultimately tried to take my life. I watched her, without a second thought, discard every shred of dignity for her brother. In my previous life, when I was curled up in the hospital in the late stages of stomach cancer, racked with pain, did she kneel before the doctors like this, crying and begging them to use the best medicine?

Alara’s POV The world broke into sharp, jagged pieces of noise and dust. Bullets ripped through the heavy oak furniture, shredding the thick leather bindings of old books, sending a storm of burning white paper floating through the smoky air. Kaan’s body was a heavy, suffocating weight pressing me down onto the cold floorboards. He covered me completely, his thick coat taking the splinters and glass that rained down on us. "Stay low!" he roared over the thunder of the guns.

My mom in particular, but there's no point on blaming the death, wasn;t it? I exerted all my muscles to stand and went to the kitchen. The floorplan was simple, there were two bedrooms on the second floor, a living room and a kitchen and bathroom on the ground floor, and a patio that feels like some sort of a crime scene, minus the blood and the dead body because the body will turn into bones by this time or get eaten by animals in the forest and it would be hard to identify who was killed if they do that. Why am I thinking about death first thing in the morning?

Kai An onslaught of morbid emotions corrodes every cell in my body, and I think my humanity must have broken from how murderous I'm seething. I leaned back in my chair, arsenic flooding my veins, with the smoky sting of nicotine fogging my senses. I had killed once in self-defense, but maybe it was time to rekindle old sins. Not with survival, but taking my time, slow and steady, and picking out every strand of arteries inside those motherf**kers, until they bleed dry, and arranging their bones in alphabetical order.

Some met me, but I felt no pain. When the last bullet was fired and the silence returned, I was alone in the center of the hall. I surveyed the room; bodies were strewn across the floor. There were still more people to be killed. I immediately shut the power down; the mansion was covered with darkness. Damien had given me access to it. I moved in the dark because killing in the dark was my specialty. I fucking loved it. Everyone in the mansion was dead. I counted everyone I killed till it was one hundred and forty-nine of them were dead.

The zombies on the first and second floors heard the sound and began swarming toward the third floor. The two of us raised our suppressed submachine guns, taking down one zombie with each shot. As I killed them, I silently kept a tally of my kills, competing with Kevin Keane in my head. I can’t keep losing to him. "AHHH—!" A bloodcurdling scream suddenly erupted from the master bedroom, followed by Agatha Palmer’s frantic cries, "Terry! Calm down!" Caelan Shaw and Nancy Sullivan quickly ran behind Kevin Keane and me, warily watching the master bedroom.

During a family banquet, four-year-old Benjamin Miller is made to kneel and apologize to Hannah Garber's husband, all because he called her "Mommy" in front of everyone. Samuel Miller arrives at the scene to find the banquet hall empty and blood on the ground. The housekeepers pour buckets of water across the floor, washing off the blood again and again. With red eyes, Samuel rushes forward and grabs one of the housekeepers by the arm. "Where's Ben? Where's my son? Where is he?" The accosted housekeeper shrugs off Samuel's grip. "How the hell should I know? I should be in bed at this damn hour, but instead, I'm here scrubbing blood off the floor!" Samuel, his eyes still red with tears,

Hello, folks! Kuyasitan here. Before you go straight to the rest of the chapters, I wanted to say that I am really grateful to all of you for choosing and opening this book. I hope you find the world I created in this novel interesting and the roller coaster ride of emotions as Aiden and Enzo overcome the mystery behind the killings will tickle you on every page of this story. The angst, suffering, dismay, disappointments, and heart-wrenching story between a man and a robot may have an impact on your beautiful world. One thing I can guarantee you is that the mind-blowing plot and revelations will surely haunt you after reading the whole novel.

If the candle does not flicker, start over. Jennifer left Ellen’s feeling safe. She went home and was sitting in the study reading a book. The wind started blowing hard. The rain was pounding on the tin roof and the thunder was shaking the windowpanes. She heard a glass scatter on the floor. When she turned around, a picture of herself had fallen off the mantle and broken. She reached down to pick up the glass from the floor and her finger started bleeding. As she walked across the floor to put the glass in the trash, the floor began to shake. She immediately went to the bedroom and light the candle and stood looking into the mirror. The candle blew out. She was consumed with fear. The rever

Her body dropped to the floor just as 2 head my way, cornering me with a sneer, they both run for me at the same time, thinking on my feet I dive in between them, landing on my chest on the floor as they fall into each other, they turn so I kick out sending them back against the wall just as another comes for my head, as she does Emma grabs her legs and she pulls them out from under her. She falls face first next to me so I stick the knife in her throat just as emberly jumps on her back and she kills one of the 2 looming over me Emma screams from behind me fighting the second last emma, distracting me long enough for the last Emma to land on my chest grabbing my arms she holds them above my