Killing Me Softly Novels & Stories

Bloody handprints smeared across the surface as a broken sound scraped out of my throat. "Is anyone there? Please save my baby…" No one answered. My vision slowly faded. Just when I thought my child and I would die here like this, the door to the room suddenly opened.

Before I could say another word, she caught my jaw and tipped the bottle to my lips. The liquid burned all the way down. Then the pain hit. It ripped through my chest and stomach like I had swallowed a fistful of razor blades. I dropped to my knees on the polished floor, choking on half-formed words, my whole body shaking so hard I couldn't even crawl away. Serena's heels clicked once against the marble. "Don't make a scene." By the time darkness swallowed me whole, there were tears in my eyes. This time, I really died. But I didn't disappear.

' Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, curiosity replacing amusement now. “No?” he repeated. “I’m not interested,” I replied. I didn’t wait for him to respond before turning to walk away, feeling their stares on my back and hearing their thoughts trail after me. 'Who is this woman?' 'We need to find out who she is.' Damien said nothing, but I could still feel his attention long after I had left. By the time I got back to my car, the divorce papers in my hand felt heavier than before. To divorce Phillip had been my initial plan and a simple way out, but that wouldn't be enough, because Phillip hadn't just betrayed me, he had killed me, and a divorce? That was just mercy and Phillip didn’t deserve

When I discovered my brother was trafficking women a few years ago, I felt rage boil inside me. Family meant everything to me, but he had crossed a line that couldn’t be undone. I confronted him, our brotherly bond shattered by his sick actions. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled the trigger, and just like that, I ended his life. It was quick and cold, but it was necessary. I couldn’t let his disgusting business keep running, so I shut it down completely. Now, I stood here, ready to buy Amina Kadir against her will. She was beautiful and fierce, but she was just another piece in my game.

"What happened earlier was my fault. I shouldn't have tried to make you give away the detonator—I almost got everyone killed. I was just… too soft-hearted. Don't be mad at me, okay?" As she spoke, she bent down and extended the cup toward me. The angle was carefully chosen—dangerously so. One tiny jolt, and the water would pour straight onto the exposed circuitry. I kept my expression neutral, pretending to focus on the wiring in my hands. "No, thanks—I'm not thirsty." "Just one sip," she pressed gently. "I made it especially for you. If you don't drink it, I'll feel awful—ah!" The jolt came right on cue, and water arced forward, splashing straight toward the communicator.

Ethan froze, his face twisting in a weird way as the livestream chat went crazy. [Trash! Real scum of the earth! They are the real demons!] [Using his wife as a substitute and planning to kill her after?! That's crazy!] [Serves them right with that mutant baby!] [Ethan should be banned from the hospital! He's an absolute monster!] [Everyone who insulted Mrs. Kingsley should be apologizing right now!] The video cut off, leaving a frozen shot of Ethan and Vanessa hugging. "Ethan. Do you still think... this is my bastard?"

It didn’t reach his eyes. For the first time, she noticed how empty they looked. Blue glass. Nothing behind it. “Good,” he said quietly. He stepped closer. She tipped her head up, eyes closing, waiting for the kiss. His hand moved. Not to her cheek. Not to her waist. Fast. Precise. Cold metal slid from his sleeve with a soft, deadly whisper. A dull impact. Not loud. Just a blunt thud against flesh. Arielle’s breath stopped. The world tilted.

The air in the boardroom was thick with smoke and tension. Sienna could feel it clinging to her skin as if the walls themselves had soaked up decades of violence and whispered threats. The table was long, sleek, polished wood, but the men around it carried an edge sharper than any blade. Their tailored suits couldn’t disguise the tattoos crawling up their necks, the scars etched into their hands, the aura of men who had killed before—and would do it again.

She actually had over 100 thousand followers under the handle "Katie's Spiritual Journey" A pinned video at the top of her profile had over 200 thousand likes. The footage showed the exact state of our dorm room the previous afternoon. However, the camera had been cleverly hidden behind a cup to capture a candid angle. The video showed the suffocating, fanless dorm room. Miley was seen angrily slamming a book down in frustration, Rachel's rash-covered neck was clearly visible, and I was captured clutching my chest in pain while taking my heart medication. Katie's voiceover on the clip was incredibly soft and saintly. "College students today have been completely brainwashed by capitalist air

"She has not woken up yet?" "No. Not yet" Tony replied "Though she moved her fingers twice this morning" George looked at him "Really?" "Yes. The doctor said she would wake up today, hopefully. Her vital organs are picking up" "Thank goodness" George smiled "You know….I still can't believe that Morris tried to kill her. My mind isn't processing this information well. He was willing to commit murder just to protect his company?" "It is what it is…" George answered. Rachel chipped in "Sophia called a few days ago to let me know she had been able to get access to a top police official from The Central American Police Station. Tha—"