Killing Them Softly Book Novels & Stories

It left me with no choice. I had the weirdest feeling as if someone was watching me as I slowly untied the leather cord which was binding the book close. My hands shook as I turned the cover and looked at the first page. 30/11/2007 Today I killed for the first time, it was exhilarating. The excitement of the hunt, father's growled praises still echo in my ears even as I now sit in my room surrounded by complete silence. I can still smell the outdoors, the dirt, the grass, even the mist of Etherea. Milly still thinks she's faster than me, the chit doesn't get it that it's me who's going to take over papa's place after him. She's just going to leave one day with her mate. I don't want her to g

If they hadn’t, we never would have met in that bar and my life would still be going, boring and all. That meant, for months, they’d tried to kill me. They played us in Tennessee because Nine wanted Six on their side. That was probably the only reason they didn’t kill us then. Two Cleaners could have easily been taken out, but they chose to wait. “I already said I would do anything to survive.” I placed my hands on his chest, moving them slowly up and linking them around the back of his neck. “And the only one I want to kill me is you.” I pulled him down as I stood on the tip of my toes, reaching up to press my lips to his.

Nicole threatened, watching Jayson put a hand up when the men behind him raised their guns. "Baby, you're soft, so don't be unreasonable, let the nice man go and we can-" He hadn't even finished his sentence when she twisted his head, effectively breaking his neck and released him to fall face first. "Just because I am soft doesn't mean I am not a force," Nicole stood above the corpse, unperturbed by the fact that she just killed his man. "Honey and wildfire are both the color gold," Jayson stared at her in shock before looking down at the corpse lying between them.

“and that is an enough reason for me to want to kill the fucking dick.” “Then why did you choose to deal with him?” She asked. “Couldn’t you have just killed him? You know…” “Killing him would have been easy. You know when there is fire in your chest, and that fire is somewhat eating you out inside. Killing him would be like pouring water over the fire. It would take a while to get off, but it would leave steam behind. I want to do it nice and slow, and I want to see him suffer through it. The man deserves to do so.” Lia simply nodded in understanding, and taking her glass of orange juice, she took a sip out of it. Her hair was loose and curly over her back, but I could tell that she made su

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

"Dragging anyone into the team like this will only get you killed." "Iris! How can you be so heartless?" She stared at me in disbelief. "He's so young! If we leave him, the zombies will tear him apart!" Eliza cried as she clutched the child tighter, sobbing dramatically, looking every bit like a living saint, saving the helpless at the cost of herself. Just as Eliza lowered her head to comfort the boy, eager to show off her so-called maternal love, she cried out in pain. The child suddenly snapped his mouth open and sank his teeth savagely into Eliza's chest. Blood instantly soaked through her clothes. Even through the protective suit, one could almost see flesh being torn apart.

They whisper about the things I’ve done—the men I’ve taken out, the families I’ve destroyed, the lives I’ve crushed without a second thought. They’re right. I don’t apologize for any of it. Why should I? I do what I have to do, and I do it well. That’s why I’m still standing, while others fall to their knees, begging for mercy. They cry, they plead, they pray, thinking that somehow, someone’s going to save them. But no one ever does. Not from me. I’ve looked into the eyes of men right before I pull the trigger, and you know what I see?

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

No matter how much he stared, he could never get enough of her. His girl moved with such quiet purpose, so ordinary and entirely captivating. He barely glanced at the rest of the flat. It was cozy, simple and perfect for one person. Killian stepped closer. His gaze roamed the small living room, imagining her living so simply. When he reached the television stand, his cold eyes fell on a white book resting neatly in front of it. He picked it up and scanned the title: ‘How to Get Rid of Depression.’ Curiosity piqued. Killian flipped it open and noticed lines carefully highlighted.

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.