Killing Floor Novel Novels & Stories

"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.

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

I wanted to break her, to control her, just as my brother had done to so many others. It was a cycle I thought I could escape, but it was creeping back in, clawing at me like a shadow I couldn’t shake off. As the auctioneer began to speak, I felt the weight of my choices crashing down on me. I was playing a dangerous game, one that could consume me whole. Yet, instead of stepping back, I leaned into it. I was Arben Zefi, a man who thrived on power and dominance. I had killed my brother to escape this life, but now I was diving right back in, driven by the very instincts I had sworn to fight against.

I tore through the smoke-choked arches of the lower gallery, my bare feet slipping on the loose glass and debris covering the marble floor. My dress was completely ruined, torn to ribbons at the hem and stained black with soot. I didn't care about what I wore as long as I was still mostly covered. I didn't care about the sharp pain shooting up my twisted wrist where Roman's mercenaries had almost crushed the bone. The only thing that mattered was the thunderous roar of gunfire echoing from the grand central courtyard just ahead. The central courtyard had been turned into a literal kill zone. High-velocity rounds zipped through the air like angry hornets, snapping against the stone walls and

Novel shouted. “Why do you let that witch control you?” The scene shifted again. Ten-year-old Novel was handing little Alessia a pill. “Alessia, take this. It will help you forget the bad things.” I watched my younger self swallow it. Then, back to when we were five. I walked into the living room with sleepy eyes. My parents were lying dead on the floor. Novel was standing over them, covered in blood. “Alessia... Mistress Elora killed Mom and Dad,” Novel said, her voice trembling. She helped me up and took me to our room. “Take this pill, Alessia. You never saw what happened.”

POV: Neoma Killing with a knife is messy. It’s warm. Wet. Intimate. You feel the muscle seize under your fingers. The frantic, staccato beat of a heart fighting to stay beating. You smell the copper and the bowels letting go. It stays with you. Sticky. Undeniable. Killing with the Void was horrifyingly clean. One second, the Rogue was a snarling, three-hundred-pound beast pinning me to the dirt. Hot breath. Spittle.

Chapter 97: The ticking silence. Nikolai's POV 4 hours earlier. Trigger warning: This chapter, The Ticking Silence, is filled with violence and vengeance. It's filled with truths about a past that needs to be left, secrets exposed and an end to what has been torture for them since this all started. The novel is based on every character here, who plays a part in everything that is happening. It has mentions of blood, emotions, knives and other uses of violence.

Get on,” Beckam orders. I watch the men circle the area carefully and while others cover his back, the three of them, plus their groups of men, ascend the spiral stairs to the second floor. I run behind a column when a group approaches my direction. They shoot at me but I'm faster avoiding them to hide. When they stop to reload their weapons I take the advantage and kill them. More men arrive causing more noise and more slaughter. An explosive device rolls across the floor a few meters away from my position.

He fell right in front of Hilda and blood splattered every where over the floor. It was Hilda's first time having a near death experience like this. She was so petrified that her mind went blank for a moment. After snapping out of her shock, she looked around her. She could still feel the pain on her neck now. Hilda was almost certain that she was going to die just now! Hilda glanced at the figure who had stormed into the café and killed the assassin. It was Nuella! She was indeed a psychopath for killing the assassin with just a single strike!

He was a very dangerous man and for the first time since arriving Andrea understood how difficult it was going to be to kill him. But he’s our mate, her wolf whined. He killed our family and took Nadia, she sighed back. Andrea didn’t blame her wolf for wanting to be with him regardless, but she knew better. She understood he was lethal and the cause of her pain. “Okay! Listen up. We have a new transfer – Andrea”, the Beta’s voice carried over the crowd, everyone turned to look at her. She kept her eyes fixed to the beta and nodded, not once looking at his alpha a mere foot from him.