Killing Me Softly Novels & Stories

In the rearview mirror, I could see them still filming. My arm was still bleeding, staining the steering wheel red. My phone started buzzing nonstop. Social media notifications flooded the screen: "SHOCKING! Former Silvermoon Luna Kicked to the Curb!" "LIVE FEED: The Most Tragic Rejected Mate Ever!" "EXCLUSIVE VIDEO: You Won't BELIEVE What Wreck She Drove Away In!" I turned off my phone and focused on the road. It started to rain, pattering against the windshield. The wipers were broken. I could barely see.

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

I don't understand the words people say in anger. When I was seven, my foster mother complained that I ate too much and told me that if I didn't work, I wouldn't get to eat. I washed dishes for three days with a high fever. Only after I collapsed did I dare take half a moldy dinner roll. When I was twelve, my teacher told me I couldn't go home until I'd memorized the entire passage. The next morning, when the security guard forced open the classroom door, I was still standing in front of the empty desks, reciting the final paragraph. When I was sixteen, a doctor got angry when I refused treatment and snapped that if I didn't want to live, I should never take medicine again. From then on,

I said softly. Then I walked away from him. Each step toward Kate felt heavy, but steady. The sound of my heels echoed through the silent throne room. Kate’s eyes widened as I approached her, shock flashing across her face before she quickly masked it with anger. “What do you mean by that?” she snapped. “That’s not possible.” I stopped a few steps in front of her and tilted my head. “I killed Klaus,” I said again. “Well… not intentionally. It was an honest mistake.”

Her voice Soft Gentle Like a warm blanket when the world feels cold I turned my head slowly and saw Elena standing at the door Amelia was sleeping in the crib beside the bed The nightlight glowed just enough to see her face Elena walked closer She didn’t ask questions She didn’t say anything at first She just sat beside me and reached for my hand I pulled it away quickly “No,” I said, “I don’t want you to touch me” “Why?” she asked, her voice quiet “I don’t want you to feel what I did,” I whispered, “I’m not the same anymore, Elena… I killed them… They didn’t even have a chance”

"She's my girl." His stares were making her insides turn upside down. Now that he's facing him again, after all those years, all the feelings that were bottled up came to her asking her to free them. She wants to kill the man in front of him right away, but she has to calm herself down. She knows a way to take him down slowly and painfully. She smiled sweetly, agreeing to Kai. "Yes, he's my señorito. But he actually left me all of a sudden so I thought we're done."

He immediately ran to the toilet bowl and stuck two fingers down his throat to vomit. I walked over with my hands crossed. "You forget that we have cameras at home. Seeing this is the first time, I won't press charges. "You are going to call your mother and get her to pick you up. You will never step foot in my home ever again!" Jason vomited so hard that tears streamed down his face. He stood there, trembling. "Aunt Eva, are you kicking me out? Why? I lived with you for three years in my past life! Why is it different this time?!"

I lean in close, my voice shaking, desperate and raw. “Please,” I whisper urgently. “Don’t. Please don’t kill him. I don’t want anyone dying because of me.” For a second, I think he won’t listen. Then Hardin turns to me. His eyes soften, just barely. Enough to undo me. He bends and presses a slow kiss to my forehead, right there in the middle of the chaos, his hand cupping the back of my head possessively. “I won’t kill him,” he murmurs against my skin. “I’ll hurt him enough for him to remember. He’ll live.”

The bond flared, then snapped like glass shattering, leaving only hollow silence in its wake. Her body crumpled, her eyes wide and wet, saying my name like a plea that would never be answered. And I hated myself. Gods, I hated myself. I stood there for a moment, breathing hard, staring at the girl fate had cursed me with. My mate. My kill. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, so quietly the wind almost stole it. Then I turned and walked into the shadows, leaving her to bleed out in the snow, convincing myself it was mercy. Convincing myself it was duty. But deep down, I knew I’d just doomed us both.

Ride yells, slamming his knuckles on the wooden table, knocking down everything on it scared I step back to the wall sobbing heavily. “Hailey, what happened, are you alright?” Jaden asks using mind link. “Jaden I killed her I should be punished severely, I am a murderer I killed her with my own two hands” I didn’t realize I said it out loud till I heard Ride’s footsteps heading towards me “What do you mean you killed her?” Ride asks in a cold tone his face twisted in a grimace. “I… ” I cry, placing my trembling hands on Ride’s shoulder. “You what Angel” Ride says, pulling my hand and forcing me to face his icy glare.