Killing Him Softly Movie Novels & Stories

Kill never talks… never cares… I’m just there for his pleasure. “Damn. I’m going to kill him. How dare he—” He strides toward the door, and I rush after him to grab his arm, stopping him. Sparks light up my arm, but I don’t pull back this time. I like them—the sparks, the warmth, the care he’s showing. Kill hasn’t even shown that much. “No, Zane. Stop… there are cameras in the hallways. Please. He will… he will kill you.” His eyes soften, and next I know he cups my face in his palms and steps closer to me. Our chests brush, and a rugged breath leaves my lips to fan his.

I knew he was involved in dirty business but why will she kill her boss? [Meaning: She killed Luciano] I left without saying a word to Alizo and went to my room. Thoughts about Reina clouded me. She was a killer and a dangerous one too. But when I saw her at the party, she was drunk, wild and innocent. Her soft brown eyes hid a lot of emotions and unspoken words but also held danger. I still cannot believe that those little hands have killed and stabbed many. But why will she become a killer? I didn't even care about the document cause the information there was false. Silver did die but everything else was just rubbish.

"Oh, you're up, Mom. We've got someone who needs a blood transfusion, and lucky for her, your blood type matches. Why don't you help her out? She's so young and helpless. "And by the way, stop coddling Zoe so much. She's lacking the compassion and softness someone her age should have. She's like a ticking time bomb. And don't worry, this procedure's no big deal. You're not the type to just stand by and let someone die, right?" What a "perfect" son Dad was. Grandma was so mad, her breathing got shallow and her heart rate spiked on the monitor. I quickly tried to help her calm down.

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.

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

Hundreds of pack members held their breath, waiting for the sacred moment. Everything was exactly as it had been in my past life. But I knew the truth. This honor was a mask for a lifetime of lies. I had died once before. Murdered on a cold winter night by the very boy I had raised as my own son. The feeling of my bones snapping, my soul tearing from my body… the memory was still raw. Now, the Moon Goddess has given me a second chance. I was back, just before my official mating ceremony with Aiden.

Kael finally faced him. “I know enough.” “Then tell me.” “No.” Kael said. The word landed between them. Adrian's hands curled inside his pockets. “She almost killed that creature,” he said. “Did she?” Kael asked sarcastically. Adrian's eyes narrowed. Kael held his gaze. The question stayed there. “Did she?”

I had loved him so much that I destroyed myself willingly. I curled up on the floor, my body shaking as silent sobs tore through me. My nails dug into my palm but I felt nothing. All I could see was the blood of all my pups that Cassian killed.

At 11:00 AM, my husband, Silas Vexille, slowly drowned in our indoor thermal pool. At the time, I was having my usual morning tea with the other mafia wives in the estate's back garden. The pool room was directly above the garden, barely a dozen feet away. Originally, if I had gone back to the main house at 11:00 as usual, I would have had plenty of time to save him. But as fate would have it, Victoria Harrison insisted on inviting us over to her nearby home to see her new pink diamond. At 11:20 AM, my daughter April and I pushed open the doors to the pool room. By then, Silas was already gone. At the lavish funeral, I was devastated, fainting several times. The mourners murmured in sympathy

I am the Luna of the Red Moon Pack. Yet, when my daughter died, she didn't even get a proper burial shroud. She was thrown at my feet—skin and bones, covered in wounds. As a werewolf of the rare Astolpho bloodline, I faked my death ten years ago. To keep the pack safe, I entered the Moon Goddess Sanctuary, using my bloodline to protect their future. Ten years later, with only two months left until I could leave the Sanctuary, I dreamed of reuniting with my mate and my pups. But my daughter, Anna, was dead. Only then did I learn the truth. Shortly after I left, my mate, Alaric, brought home a girl named Stella, claiming she was his adopted daughter. To keep Stella happy, Alaric smashed the ke