Killing Patton Novels & Stories

Upon entering, he saw General Victor standing in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting his collar. Jim gestured for Dale to proceed and then left, closing the door behind him. As Dale walked forward, he said, "General Victor, you wanted to see me?" General Victor continued to adjust his uniform slowly, speaking softly, "I heard that the cultivator named Wilbur killed Patrick." "Yes, General. I was about to report this to you, but I didn't get the chance." General Victor coldly asked, "So, what do you think about this?" "Patrick was reckless, attempting to use the Night Demon virus to kill innocent people in Kosanto for his sacrifices. He was cruel and played with the fates of two nations.

He was going to kill our Mate, and he would pay with his life. Killian's eyes widened as he saw me charging forward in hospital scrubs. If we weren't in the middle of a war, I would've laughed at how silly I must've looked. The Hunter raised his gun and aimed it at my chest. I could see when the first shot left the Hunter's gun, and I could hear it as it whizzed by my ear. Killian snarled and worked even harder to kill the four rogues that attacked him, his eyes focused on me.

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.

"At least respect the seriousness of the situation, Mom... Jackson is dead, someone killed him brutally. We don't even know who killed him and all you can do is unnecessary drama..." Katrina scolded her in a low voice, not wanting to trigger Rafael who is already fuming in anger. "No wonder everyone hates you!" Patricia scowled. "What did I do wrong?... I am crying for my son." She lit her cigarette. "You don't consider him son..." Katrina looked at her broken leg and shook her head. "Stop faking it for god sake... At least not in front of me." Patricia rolled her eyes. "Whatever I do, you guys always have a problem with that... I want to laugh at Rafael's face but I can't do that, right?...

Her eyes were filled with both sadness and panic. ​ “Quiet!” ​ Bang! ​ The car door slammed shut with a heavy thud. The gun barrel pointed at her life versus the shadow of her husband having passion with another woman on her bed, which one should she be sadder about? Tears flowed down Patricia’s soft cheeks. She didn't care what he would do to her. Wasn't her life wretched enough already? ​ “If you want to kill me, just do it,” Patricia spoke in a vacant voice as tears kept sliding down her cheeks.

When Ryan saw that I still refused to speak, he pressed his fingers to his temples and sighed. “You should know that if you say nothing, you’ll only end up receiving the death penalty. “But if you had a reason…” He trailed off in a sigh. But there was something I knew for sure. I killed my family, the people who loved me. Any reason I gave would not be able to save me. In our silence, someone knocked on the door. Ryan got up and went out. Before he closed the door, I caught the sound of furious scolding. When I heard the fleeting voice, my lips turned up at the corners.

“I only liked you because of your money and power. But you’ve caused my brother’s death. You have nothing now, so you might as well die! “Oh, and the baby isn’t yours either. I’ve never loved you, but you betrayed the woman who loves you so much because of me. Don’t you find it hilarious?” Damiano slumped to the floor as tears fell from his eyes. In the past, it pained me a lot to see him cry. But this time, I was calm as I watched him. Damiano no longer meant anything to me. Meanwhile, Wendy started laughing hysterically. “I’ve killed him. Let me out.” The door opened, and Wendy immediately ran out. However, the guard outside the door shot her dead in the next second. “I let you out alive,

Josh shot Selena a cold look before he turned to his men and barked, "Call the police and hand over every single security footage from home. I want her to rot in prison for killing my mother!" She froze for a second, then abandoned all dignity and dropped to her knees at her feet. "I'm sorry, Mr. Peterson! I swear I didn't mean it! "I did everything because I love you. If Madelyn hadn't existed, we would've been together long ago.

I could not meet his eyes. “So it is,” he said, voice breaking. “You’re really doing this to us because of her? Skye, she’s gone. She died when you were nineteen. You’re twenty-four now. That was five years ago—” “But her killers are still out there walking free,” I cut in. My voice shook hard and rose. “They didn’t die like my mother. The system did nothing. She was the only parent we had. We never even knew our dad. You know the whole story. Every night I close my eyes and I still see her face. I still hear her voice telling me to be strong. And you think I can just accept it and move on? Never! I can’t sleep knowing they’re laughing somewhere while she’s in the ground.”

And that was one road I had promised myself never to walk again. Until the headlines found me. RENOWNED SURGEON ACCUSED OF MURDERING FATHER. I must have read the article ten times before I accepted that it wasn't some cruel joke. Karma? Murder? No. No. If there was one thing I knew with absolute certainty, it was this… Karma Kuntz was incapable of taking a life in cold blood. She had spent her entire life learning to save people. The trial became impossible to ignore, every news station covered it, even newspapers printed fresh speculation.