Killing Him Softly Movie Novels & Stories

He slipped and was about to fall off the cliff. However, he grabbed my hand and begged me. “Don’t let go! I’m begging you. I don’t want to die!” I found that ridiculous. “Didn’t you want to kill me just now?” Of course, he would not admit that. He hurriedly shook his head. “No, dear. Don’t worry. I never wanted to kill you. I was just joking.” I watched him indifferently. “This is your last chance. Otherwise, I could always let you fall. No one will know if someone dies here, right?”

And here we are. "You still want to be alive?" he nods his head. "Okay," he looked at me shocked. "Thank you, thank you." I got up and make my way to drake. Drake raised his brows looking at me curiously. "So you’re going to let him live?" I scoffed then quickly raised my gun and shot Mr. Ricci at his head sending blood flying everywhere. Bet he didn’t see that coming. I turned to the drake, he looked at me in disbelief. "What? I need drama." Every time we go out for a mission I always go for the interesting kill rather than the basic and simple one.

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.

I snapped, trying to pull away, but his grip was like a vice and the heat of his skin was already starting to wake up the bond between us. "I'm not letting go until you start being honest with me, because your sister tried to kill us with a silenced weapon and you’re talking like a soldier, and I need to know what kind of game we are actually playing here," he insisted, stepping around the table until he was standing right in front of me, his chest rising and falling as his wolf started to push against his control.

“THAT IS NOT TRUE!” "It is. And I’m sorry that you cannot accept it. Bane…..he's finished. From the stories I heard he was killed off not too long after I shot Nathaniel” After she did what? "You shot Nathaniel," I spat, my voice cracking as I forced myself to look up at her. "Your own nephew” “Yes, Amaya. My very own nephew. The same one who grew up running through the halls. The same one trusted me blindly. I shot him and I watched the blood pool under him”

"I brought some of Ivy's photos. Do you want to see them?" He hesitated. He looked unsure how to refuse. I pretended not to notice his discomfort. Slowly, I reached inside my jacket. I didn't take out any photos. I took out a syringe. Raymond reacted quickly, trying to step back at once. His eyes went wide. His voice trembled as he asked, "What are you..." I was faster. I had rehearsed this moment in my mind a thousand times. The syringe pierced his neck. He only got half his words out before his body went limp.

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

Killian clenched his jaw and turned around, fuming. "You said I don't have proof but I do. Do you wanna see it?" Fernando fished out a tape recorder. Killian furrowed his brows in confusion. Looking him in the eyes, Fernando turned on the recorder. "Who was it? Rossi He is dead? "I killed him" "How did you kill him?" "I shot him dead" Killian was stunned. "Shocked?" amusement was clear in his voice.

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

"Or that I tried to kill Kyra when she tried to ruin us?" I froze. "Yes, baby," he whispered, relishing my reaction. "I ran over Kyra on purpose. And I would do it again in a heartbeat." Calmly, he cleaned my wounds as if none of this had just happened, then sat me down properly, like I was some rag doll. "Haa, and finally, the thing you were obsessing over today," he drawled. "Yes, the unclear dash camera video you and Priti saw—it's real. I killed him."