Killing Me Softly Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kevin asked softly after he made her drink some water. "Tell me, please." Kevin couldn't fathom seeing the cheerful jolly girl like this. It hurts to see such sunshine of a person crying with so much pain that her body shakes with hiccups and jolts. "He killed me," That was all she whispered. No matter how much Kevin asked her to tell him more, she refused to open her mouth. That night Luca killed the innocent heart that was beating for him. He smashed it, stomped on it, and then put it on fire. If that wasn't enough. He set her soul on fire. That night Angela felt dead inside.

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.

His body twitched once, and then—humiliatingly—he wet himself. I sneered coldly. “Do you think I’d ruin my life just to kill you? Scum like you deserves to live crippled and rotting in prison, suffering for the rest of your miserable life.” “Waaah!” Jasper broke down completely, sobbing like a madman. As the sound of sirens grew closer, I let out a breath and collapsed onto the ground, drained of all energy.

She whispers softly. “We need to talk, Sophia,” I mutter softly as I pull away from her. The relaxed smile slides off Sophia’s face. Her lips stiffen into a straight line as she lowers her hands from my shoulders and gazes at me intently. “Don’t do this, Micah.” She whispers dejectedly. My throat clogs, but I’m firm in my resolution. There’s just no other way. I’d rather break her heart than watch her die at the hands of Willem Kazik or his henchmen. “I’m sorry, Sophia,” I muttered hoarsely.

Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the SNAP of the leather. I saw the way Sofia’s skin had puckered and split and I saw the raw, primal terror in Maria’s eyes. It was the same terror I had carried since the day I met Raul, and since the night he was killed. I had become the thing I hated. I had used a weapon to silence a voice. A soft, rhythmic knock sounded at the door. I didn't answer. I didn't want to see Sofia’s replacement. I didn't want to see the new, sharpened fear in the staff's eyes.

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.

"I hate all of it. I hate that this is your life. I hate that you have to do this." "I know." "If something happens to you..." "Nothing is going to happen to me." She turns her head and looks at me sideways. "You don't know that." "No," I agree. "But I know that doing nothing is the guarantee I die again. So." She picks her coffee back up. Takes a long sip. Stares at the wall. "He's annoyingly good looking," she says finally. I almost choke on my coffee. "Sable." "I'm just saying. For a murderer." She tilts her head at the photo. "He's got a face."

I slowly reached for the dagger. I pulled it out. Quietly. Carefully. The moonlight hit the blade. Someone behind us chuckled. Probably Marcus. I held the dagger between us, not raised. “I’ll fix this,” I said under my breath. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “By killing me?” I almost laughed. But I didn’t. I stood. Held the blade high. “I’ll do it,” I said loud. Calm. Elias looked pleased. “Then do it.” I looked at Sebastian one last time.

The voice didn’t come from the phone. “Shhh….. you’re being loud” Killian whispered beside me. I froze. My heart shattered all over again. His voice was so soft, so faint…..but still him. I looked down at him. His eyes fluttered open. He was smiling, like I didn't just shoot him , like my hands weren’t stained with his blood. My tears fell on his face and he didn’t flinch. “I’m so sorry,” I choked. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t want to....”

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,