Killing Floor Novel Novels & Stories

" I couldn't help but laugh. I wasn't sure if Mom and Dad had actually lost it, but Alice definitely had. I pulled out my phone and called them to come pick Alice up. "If it weren't for you—if you'd just paid up—there wouldn't be any need for a mortgage!" Dad shouted at Grandma, jabbing his finger at her. Mom tried to calm him down with a hug. "Arguing with them is pointless. They don't even understand what life and death really mean. They're just selfish." Then, she grabbed Alice, trying to pull her away, but Alice yelled, "Well, just take Grandma's bankbook! All her money's ours when she dies, isn't it?"

Seen her test exits casually while pretending not to and observed her wear one of my shirts like she hadn’t been hired to kill me weeks earlier. They’d watched her handcuff me to my own vehicle. And still, somehow, none of them understood the full scale of the problem standing three floors above us. “Ask what you’re going to ask,” I said. Kaelen’s hand shot up instantly. “She really is Viper?” he asked. “Underground Viper. Eastern network assassin. Seventeen confirmed kills?” “Twenty-three,” Zaric corrected absently. Kaelen blinked. “Twenty-three?” “She doesn’t leave witnesses often enough for anyone to know for sure,” Zaric said.

Mason came to me first and tap me on my shoulder. “Buddy, everything is original and authenticated!” Kyle said as he shook his head vigorously. I feel like my heart stops beating at that instant. As I saw my friends get speechless, I reach for the sofa and sat down as I feel like all my energy got drained. My tears started to fell. My greatest fear is going to happen I will lost my family! “I want to know everything about Natalia Novello! From her birth until now. I want you to dig any thing that could bring her down, including her whole family!” Mason said over the phone. He is sitting beside me and I’m just grateful for these two persons beside me.

I killed three people. I cruelly killed my own parents. I received a bit of special treatment for my evil acts. For example, I spent less time waiting. They brought me straight into the interrogation room. The interrogation room door closed, and a searing white light from above dazzled my eyes. I shivered slightly, and the officer sitting opposite me keenly sensed the change in my movements. “Are you afraid of the light?” I tried my best to control my shaking body and nodded slowly.

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.

“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.