Killing Floor Novel Novels & Stories

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

“Tough guy, are you? Sure, I’ll beat you where your girl can’t see you. Then I’ll come back for her.” “I won’t let you lay a finger on her.” Cyrrus’ voice was soft… but for some reason, something about it triggered Aria’s senses. She frowned despite herself. She was standing behind him, so she couldn’t read his expression. Even so, for a split second, she thought she sensed… a flash of killing intent. It was a bloodthirstiness she knew too well as a hired killer herself. But did it really come from this cushy pushover of a rich kid?

"Kill them. Kill them both right now! I want their brains on the floor!" The hitmen stepped forward, the metallic clack-clack of chambering rounds echoing through the cellar. The air grew heavy with the smell of gun oil and impending rot. Elara closed her eyes, her fingers curling into tight, helpless fists. A deafening roar ripped through the ceiling. Dust exploded from the rafters. The heavy steel door of the cellar didn't just open; it left its hinges, flying across the room and crushing a Petrov hitter against the wall. "What the hell?" Sloane dove behind a stone pillar.

“If we can’t get rid of her that way, we can still kill her. After all, 300 million dollars is enough for us to live abroad.” A chill ran down my spine. They were so ruthless. They actually wanted to kill me! If that were the case, I would not show them mercy either. I called Lucius’s cousin in the middle of the night and invited her over for a few days. In my previous life, my mother-in-law gave up trying to cure me. She got me home. Then, Lucius’s cousin took it upon herself to take care of me. But she called her boyfriend over. They openly seized my bedroom. Besides, her boyfriend sneaked into my bed and forced himself on me when she was not around.

Shady people for sure, but… I’m an assassin so I’m shady too. I approach the door to Damien’s bedroom and place a hand silently on the knob, slowly testing it. It’s not even locked… I haven’t opened it yet, listening intently at the door for a moment. I can see the soft glow of light spreading in a small sliver from beneath the door. He must be awake. My suspicion is verified when I hear the soft sound of a page turning in a book or something from within. I turn the knob slowly until the latch is fully retracted then pull the door open slowly without making a sound. As the door opens, about halfway through, a small creak sounds. I move the instant the sound is made, darting in at the same ti

When I got to the room, I closed to door softly, afraid that even the sound might annoy him and he might find a new reason to punish me more. The moment the door clicked shut, my knees gave out, and I slid down against the door. The floor beside me had stains of blood, where I had stabbed that Karen. I had no idea if she had died, if she was my first kill. But at this point, I didn't think I would mind. I lay on the cold floor, my skin sticky and clammy. I was fully stained with blood, but there was no water to wash up. I closed my eyes, and the first image that popped in my mind was Lucien.

The wooden floor creaked under her weight. “Hey, you. Wake up and start working. We do not have time for your acting when the Harrigans are coming to visit.” she said in a grudging tone. The Harrigans. Victoria’s heart tightened the moment she heard the name. That name had been the beginning of her ruined life. The start of her nightmares. The darkness that destroyed her future. She had been accused of seducing that man, and after that her reputation fell into the mud. Just thinking about it made her shiver. That man had died. She had killed him herself after she came out of prison, right before she was sentenced to death. So how could he be alive now?

That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive, I had to kill the person who killed Risa.

I turned off the water and I sat there not doing anything but allowing the heat of the water pleasure my cold body. I began to wash my body and wash and wash till I got tired of washing. I still hear them; I still see blood. But I kill bad people. I can't be weak. I kill bad people. I am a killer!! I got out and got ready for bed but then I remembered me wanting to take ice cream so I walked out of my room to get it. The kitchen was empty and so was the living room. I took the bowl of ice cream, vanilla flavour and sat on the table in the middle of the kitchen and took the ice cream.

"Kiss who?" Nolan grabs me and presses his lips on mine in response. I smell whiskey and cigar while the tip of his tongue traces the shape of my lips, then the seam in between. He is nibbling on my lower lip, setting fire in my body. This bastard is an excellent kisser, but I must fight it. This is Nolan Walters, and he is an arrogant, disgusting man and the rival of my father's company. I come to my senses and smash my Louis Vuitton heels on his right foot.