Novel & Cerita Killing Them Softly Book

“You could talk to Silas. Convince him. Or—you could help me steal some of his sperm from the hospital. Just one vial. This time, I’ll make everything perfect. No more mistakes.” Her words were mad. Utterly mad. And for the first time, I realized just how far Lila was willing to fall. “Sorry. I can’t.” For Lucien. For the fragile, beautiful new life growing inside me. For the peace I had carved out of chaos. Besides, I owed Lila nothing. Especially not after she had killed me once, out of nothing more than jealousy. The memory alone made me want to watch her drown in her own misery. And if I was honest with myself, there was a twisted satisfaction in seeing her fall apart.

If I didn't give birth tonight, his precious Sarah would be executed for birthing a monster. I raised the goblet to my lips. The acrid smell of poison filled my nostrils. In that moment, I saw the flicker of cruelty and anticipation in his eyes. "Lucas," I asked, my voice dangerously low. "Are you sure this is for 'our' pup?"

The grey uniform is laid out on the chair. It looks like a shroud. I walk to the window. I look at my reflection in the dark glass. I see a girl who counted cracks in the ceiling to survive. I see a girl who let men use her body like a stress ball because she thought endurance was a virtue. I see a girl who thought that if she was quiet enough, small enough, invisible enough, the monsters would eventually lose interest. That girl is dead. Sofia Greco killed her in the garden.

Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the SNAP of the leather. I saw the way Sofia’s skin had puckered and split and I saw the raw, primal terror in Maria’s eyes. It was the same terror I had carried since the day I met Raul, and since the night he was killed. I had become the thing I hated. I had used a weapon to silence a voice. A soft, rhythmic knock sounded at the door. I didn't answer. I didn't want to see Sofia’s replacement. I didn't want to see the new, sharpened fear in the staff's eyes.

"Then why haven't you killed me yet? If you know who I am, finish it!" That was the assassin law. Kill or be killed. He leaned in so close, his dominant, terrifying scent completely enveloped me, entirely erasing the acrid masking serum I had on me. His voice was a low, mocking rumble that vibrated through his chest. "Killing my mate before I mark her?" A dark, wicked smile touched his lips. "Hell no." "I'm not your fucken mate, you beast," I hissed, glaring up into his endless, infuriating gray eyes. "I would rather die than watch you mark me."

It sounded smooth from his lips/ I scowl. Don't let this stupid fuck get into your head. This is what guys like him do. Use their beauty to distract you until they get what they want, shattering your heart into a million pieces in the process. I know their kind all too well and I wasn't falling for it. "You want something from me." I smiled. "It's important enough that you didn't kill me the moment I pulled the trigger." The smirk slipped off of Malachai's lips and the others tensed, all except Enzo. He was as stoic as ever.

"Stop asking stupid questions! what were you thinking you dummy, that I'm doing this without a gain from it? apart from my lust on those women's body, I have investors who are interested on the videos and pictures of all the ladies I abused!" "What!" Alice and Powell exclaims in unison with wide eyes. "It must be him who killed my daughter. Son of a bitch!" Powell gave a manly growl and gritted his teeth with his fist clenched to the floor he grabbed his gun and shot at the door and that triggered Dark Blood anger and he shoots steadily on the door.

I swallowed a grimace “All this time, I wondered who it was that attacked us that night. Why did they kill us, we never hurt anyone, who are they? what did they want? Are they still active? It never crossed my mind that they might still be after us, hunting us as we hunt them.” I always thought the killing was mindless, no one with a soul would carry out such violence towards the innocent. “Kent,” I swallowed hard, and my sight becomes glassy, I blink and a tear rolls down my cheek. “He said the killings got more brutal the further they got, as though they got angrier? Frustrated. And I thought why would that be?” an invincible fist wraps around my throat and I struggle to breathe. Zayne tur

"Yes..." With a single word, I felt like my soul had left my body. I sharply took a breath in, the book fell from my hand and landed on the floor between us over my feet. Nikolai grazed his nose along the curve of my cheek, my hands went to his muscular, big arms on either side of me. My heartbeat thrummed against my chest. "And no, I do not kill people myself, I have people who do the dirty work for me..." he whispered against my cheek.

"You will undo everything you've done to yourself, Sophia. Or so help me, if you go feral, I will kill you with my bare hands" ******************************************