Killing Me Softly Novels & Stories

No one could live there anymore. Why had she come here so late? Mom quietly pushed the door open and struggled to shove the charred furniture aside. By the time sweat soaked her face, she finally found my memorial photo buried under the wreckage. "Kaia..." She sank onto the floor, clutching my picture as she broke down. I floated right in front of her. Only two steps separated us. But those two steps were the distance between life and death. Mom... If you'd known this was how it'd end, would you still have wanted me to give them a son just so you could call it ten years of good deeds?

I wished I could just materialize and protect my mom. However, I no longer had the chance to do that. Caleb was startled by my mom's behavior. He frowned, and a bad feeling began to well up in his heart. My mom's voice had turned hoarse from the crying. With reddened eyes, she said, "Caleb! Liddy loved you so much… How could you bring yourself to kill her? And you wouldn't even have mercy on her ashes…" Trying his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, Caleb pretended to be calm as he said, "Quit pretending! I can expose you with just a phone call!"

Rainey got wise to my lies and exposed me. Shaun threatened to kill me when he found out the truth. Terrified, I begged him for mercy, but in the end, I had to play dead in order to escape his rage. But due to that ordeal, I'd lost my ability to have children. I hated Elizabeth Simmons. She'd tricked me into going back to her hometown, where she'd tormented me. I pushed her off the stairs one day, causing her to have a severe stroke. That was how I finally escaped her clutches.

"I'm so sorry... I tried to get here sooner." I stared at him, ineptly trying to reboot my brain. "Is… is he dead?" I asked, half-denying the reality. Hunter nodded. "I'm not sure how, but you killed him." I swallowed the thick knot that formed in my throat. My head was spinning. My body trembled. My skin burned. "I killed…" My world turned black. *** When my awareness slowly resurfaced, I heard low-speaking voices. My body was relaxed in the softness of familiar sheets, and I debated whether or not I should open my eyes.

“If we can’t get rid of her that way, we can still kill her. After all, 300 million dollars is enough for us to live abroad.” A chill ran down my spine. They were so ruthless. They actually wanted to kill me! If that were the case, I would not show them mercy either. I called Lucius’s cousin in the middle of the night and invited her over for a few days. In my previous life, my mother-in-law gave up trying to cure me. She got me home. Then, Lucius’s cousin took it upon herself to take care of me. But she called her boyfriend over. They openly seized my bedroom. Besides, her boyfriend sneaked into my bed and forced himself on me when she was not around.

"What are you crying about? You scared that woman so bad she miscarried, and now you're the one upset?" "Her baby wasn't healthy," Alice shot back, tilting her head defiantly. "The doctor said it would have Down syndrome, so it's better it didn't make it! How's that my fault?" Helena let out a big sigh from the back seat. "I can't tell if this girl's a good or bad one." Grandma reached over and stroked my hair, saying, "Zoe's the good one." After Grandma finished her walk in the park, Helena had to stop by the hospital to pick up Grandma's medications, so we all went with her.

Kill! Kill! Kill! There’s nothing I can’t do now. All I can think of is causing him pain, as much pain as I can possibly give. It’s at this point that I hope for more that I know he’s close. There’s only so much a body can take before it starts to fall apart. It hasn’t bled enough, it hasn’t cried enough, it hasn’t despaired enough. I lean down as tears leak from his eyes. The small weakness is enough to make me smile.

A fake smile is plastered on my face as I stare at the man in front of me. His name is David Rowland, and he is the producer of the upcoming film, "Love Me Harder." And right now, I am trying to concentrate on our mindless conversation, trying my best to look animated.

The fabric pulsed with a cooling spell that instantly numbed my pain. He swept me up into his arms, luggage and all, and walked toward a blacked-out Rolls Royce idling at the edge of the driveway. Two hours later, I was sitting in a sun-shielded lounge at the Obsidian Heights, the most exclusive neutral-zone club in the city. I was draped in fresh silk, a glass of chilled, high-grade synthetic blood in my hand. Caspian sat across from me, casually peeling an apple with a silver dagger. "Thanks..." I whispered, "for saving me, Caspian."

“Don’t cry.” “I can’t help it.” I said, more tears flowing. He gave me a small smile, then looked at me with wo much tenderness, like I was the one who just woke up from a coma. “Cecilia, you should know that bullet wasn’t enough to take me out. The only person who was ever truly capable of killing me...” His fingers weakly squeezed mine. “...was you.” I stared at him, failing to find my voice. “If I’d known back then, that you were poisoning me.” His eyes remained on mine.