Killing Floor Novel Novels & Stories

But I'm ready for him, I don't care if I die killing him, people like him don't deserve to be alive. The Next day I walked into the school confidently, I didn't look at anyone but I knew their eyes were on. It was twelve PM so I decided to go to the library, when I walked in, there was no one there. I checked for a book called 'hundered ways to kill someone' it was a novel though and I have no idea what it's doing in the library, Emma told me about it. I found the book, I took a seat and opened to the first page, I saw a lot ways but most of them will be difficult.

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.

From behind his back, he pulled out a sharp utility knife he had prepared before coming home and decided to personally destroy Nova, the demon who had killed me. "You don't get to replace Tina after killing her. You're not worthy." Right after saying that, he lunged forward and ruthlessly slashed the knife across Nova's neck. "Crack!" The knife sliced through her throat, exposing a chaotic mess of multicolored wires. Electricity crackled loudly, and the sweet smile on her face froze. She tried to speak, but the sounds she could make were only distorted glitch noises. Moments later, her body collapsed heavily onto the floor, and the light in her eyes went dark. She never moved again.

Rounds chewed walls, blood splattered white paint, spent casings clinking hot on the floor. Hammer hit cover—a steel pillar, cold against his back—breath ragged, Glock steady. A shadow flickered left—Flinco’s point man, too close. Hammer pivoted, too slow. The rifle butt—AK stock, reinforced—slammed his temple, a white-hot crack splitting his skull. He hit the deck, vision bursting stars, ears ringing as Flinco loomed—face bloody, lip split, eyes wild. “You killed my old man, you fuck,” Flinco snarled, boot pinning Hammer’s chest, Beretta 92FS cold against his forehead. Hammer stared up—calm, hard, no flinch. Death was close, and he’d dance with it if it came.

Deep inside, Kiel growled, trying to pull me back. Don’t. Don’t kill him! This isn’t the way! But I wasn’t listening. I couldn’t. Not anymore. My hand moved before my mind caught up. I moved quickly, taking the knife that laid on his desk and without a second thought, plunged it in and it sank clean into his chest. And then, just like that, he went up in flames. One second he was there, the next he was on fire, exploding outward like his whole body had been soaked in fuel. I stumbled back, shielding my face from the sudden heat, but it was over as fast as it started. No body. No ashes. No bones.

Juliana agreed, and I turned the corner into the doorway to see what they were talking about. The breath was stolen from my lungs, and I stared in horror at the sight before me. There wasn’t an inch of Kaiden that wasn’t speckled or covered in blood. The floor beneath him had pools of it, and the ceiling was dripping. This wasn’t an interrogation. This was a slaughter.

So the girl took the buch of money lying on the flooor , took that money and went to bathroom to freshen up. The man came downstairs to the living room .He was none other than Alexander Knight greatest enemy Robert Qu. He was very shocked when his man said that Alexander knight sended him a gift. when he came downstairs all his men bowed their head in front of him but he didnt even looked at them.He was thinking" How is that possible? Isnt he died?His man said that he will die very fast.As much as he knew there will be no people travelling in that area at that time and it was also raining heavily".

It was now open. I pulled the bobby pin out of the keyhole and took it back in my boxer briefs. Afterwards, I held my cold and trembling left hand to the door knob and twisted it partly open. I did not entered just yet. I did not take a peek of the inside. All I saw as of now was the queue of cubicles for men. I looked up at the ceiling; the light was bright in yellow color. I looked down to the floor; the tiles were tainted with red. Viscous liquid in scarlet color slipped its way all over the surface. They were like wildfires crawling fast, devouring every tree it touches on one mountain. I have not seen LD and Jieve just yet, but I had now confirmed my theory about them. They were dead. T

A bottle was waiting for me at the make-shift bar and I'd be damned not to take a glorious sip out of it. ________________ The make-shift bar was a plank of wood resting on stacked crates, bottles arranged without order, some half-empty, some untouched. I grabbed a bottle, took a shot, then another… the burn slid down my throat, tingling and satisfying. I turned to the sight on the floor. The blood was still there. It spread slowly across the floor, slipping into cracks in the tiles. Everyone was quiet when I killed him. That alone told me I had chosen correctly. This would be the third man I'd killed this week. The first was an idiot who thought destroying my car's windscreen was fun.