Killing Floor Novel Novels & Stories

No attack came. I opened my eyes, realizing that I could no longer hear any signs of the fight. Hunter was standing before me, staring at me with his mouth open. He was covered in blood—most likely not his—and completely naked. I was too panicked to care about his nudity. There was something else that devoured my attention… The man who tried to attack me was lying motionless on the corridor floor outside my cell. He had a large, still-smoking hole burned in his chest. He was dead. I killed him.

With only 8 bullets left, I made it inside the elevator and now I have 0 bullet. Panting a bit hard while feeling a little dizzy, I lean back to the wall and closed my eyes. I don’t even know what floor I’m heading. I randomly press any floor to get away from them. The sound of the elevator stop alert me and I step out only to feel a cold metal on the side of my temple.

“You could talk to Silas. Convince him. Or—you could help me steal some of his sperm from the hospital. Just one vial. This time, I’ll make everything perfect. No more mistakes.” Her words were mad. Utterly mad. And for the first time, I realized just how far Lila was willing to fall. “Sorry. I can’t.” For Lucien. For the fragile, beautiful new life growing inside me. For the peace I had carved out of chaos. Besides, I owed Lila nothing. Especially not after she had killed me once, out of nothing more than jealousy. The memory alone made me want to watch her drown in her own misery. And if I was honest with myself, there was a twisted satisfaction in seeing her fall apart.

"Nova!" I stood right by the door frame, looking inside with them. The bundles of hardwood flooring lay discarded on the ground. The heavy storage boxes had completely collapsed into a soggy, bloated ruin and the thick, white primer snaked across the floorboards from the far corner all the way to the threshold. My small canvas shoes were trapped in the middle of it. The toes of the shoes were pointing directly toward the exit. And then, I saw myself lying on the floor. My yellow dress was glued to my legs, my arms curled tightly against my chest, and my fingers were completely coated in black graphite dust.

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.

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.