Killing Sarai Novels & Stories

Her inquiries about Noah prompt silence from Warren and the others, signaling that I must take the lead and provide her with the necessary information. As soon as I break the news of the death to her, Saraya's reaction is one of disbelief and denial. She vehemently refuses to accept the reality of the situation, caught in a state of denial. Despite our attempts to calm and support her, she abruptly rises from the bed and attempts to flee. Acting swiftly, I reach out and grasp her around the waist, hoisting her up as she struggles against me. Warren and the boys rush to assist, urging her to relax and offering their support. “Raya, relax. That’s okay -” Jake, Phil, and Steve express deep conc

When the video ended, I said, "You thought it was my mother. You said she didn't have much time left anyway, told me to be generous and let it go. And now that you know it was your own mother, you can't handle it? Maybe you should try being generous yourself." Ivy could no longer stand. She collapsed onto the ground again. "So this is what really happened… Dr. Traynor thought the one who died was her mother-in-law, so she used it to help her first love's mother. But in the end, it was her own mother who died." "What a misunderstanding… an absolute tragedy. Dr. Traynor isn't innocent either." "I watched that first video—I really thought it was her husband's fault. I never expected the truth t

"I find that interesting. A man who controls everything, hiding things from his own wife like a nervous husband." "Or," I said, "he's just not finished deciding what to do with it." Syris looked at me for a moment. Something shifted behind his eyes. Like he'd walked in expecting one thing and found something else entirely. "Your mother," he said quietly. "She didn't die in the outer rim riots." The music kept playing. Somewhere behind me a glass clinked against another glass. I Did Not Move. "She was killed," Syris said. His voice was almost gentle. "On purpose. By people who knew exactly what her bloodline meant." He paused. "People Varek has had dinner with."

“Th-This… Your expression doesn’t look so good tonight. W- What happened? Did Sophia throw her tantrums again? Are you here to report her to us?” “Shut up.” Killian brought out the gun sitting perfectly in his pocket and pointed it at her. “Tell me, Sara, didn’t you claim you were like a mother to Kiara?” Blood drained from the woman’s face. The chicken thigh in her hand dropped onto the floor, and her body trembled like a leaf. Gerald’s expression shifted from fear to confusion. “S-Son-in-law, what are you doing? Please drop the gun, you’re not used to pranking us this way. What does Sara have to do with Kiara when that girl has abandoned us, her own family?”

“Unlike someone else, she’s gentle and sweet, without any secrets.” My heart clenched at the veiled strike. I breathed through my nose, rapidly blinking my eyes to suppress the flood of tears. I felt emotionally unstable right now. His words cut deeper than a knife, twisting my insides and coiling my stomach in the most painful way. The effects of Zaria’s short takeover mustn’t have faded. “Einas.” Idris Raed growled, so deep and low, goosebumps broke out on my skin. “Are you…are you saying Saira deserves to be killed?”

“THAT IS NOT TRUE!” "It is. And I’m sorry that you cannot accept it. Bane…..he's finished. From the stories I heard he was killed off not too long after I shot Nathaniel” After she did what? "You shot Nathaniel," I spat, my voice cracking as I forced myself to look up at her. "Your own nephew” “Yes, Amaya. My very own nephew. The same one who grew up running through the halls. The same one trusted me blindly. I shot him and I watched the blood pool under him”

Karma stepped out, she removed her surgical gloves and mask, her face calm. She looked tired, but there was no hesitation in her eyes. I calmly approached her "Is it done?" She nodded. "He's dead." And I nodded slowly. "I'll take care of everything." Karma looked at me. "Did you find something?" Now she can ask about other things, the moment she first arrived, she immediately went into action. I hesitated. "Yes." Her expression changed immediately. "About Noah?" "About Nile." She stared at me. "What did you find?"

The most ironic part was how the family of three actually died. Police found their packed suitcases in the rubble, stuffed with cash and gold bars. After taking Gabriel's 200 thousand in hush money, they'd never planned to fake their deaths at all. They were going to use the chaos to run off with the money. Ten minutes before the explosion, all three of them had been in the basement counting cash. After Jasmine severed the main gas line, the gas sank rapidly and accumulated in the basement. The father lit a cigarette to celebrate their upcoming fortune and sent himself and his entire family to their graves.

"But just like you told Emera, you made a mistake by not killing me, I won't make a mistake like you did." "So you will kill me?" Sarah asked as she buried her face in her hands. Is this how she will end? She, an A****n Warrior priestess of Myrina, will just die like a chicken? Her powers gone, her fighting skills were all taken away from her by this little brat standing in front of her. "No, but I have something else in mind for you, for now, enjoy your new home once again Sarah," Rumi said and before Sarah would protest, she was gone like a wind.

“Your name is Sarah Killian, and you are about to kill me.” My heart clambering to crawl out of my throat, I pull my trusted knife out of my bag and bring it into the Phantom Kid’s chest. He doesn’t scream, or call out, or anything. He just falls down to the ground. To make sure that I sufficiently finish the job, I stab him again and again, with each stab I silently curse in my mind.