Killing Them Softly Book Novels & Stories

I wished I could just materialize and protect my mom. However, I no longer had the chance to do that. Caleb was startled by my mom's behavior. He frowned, and a bad feeling began to well up in his heart. My mom's voice had turned hoarse from the crying. With reddened eyes, she said, "Caleb! Liddy loved you so much… How could you bring yourself to kill her? And you wouldn't even have mercy on her ashes…" Trying his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, Caleb pretended to be calm as he said, "Quit pretending! I can expose you with just a phone call!"

They didn’t understand. They thought he killed because he was cruel. But cruelty was messy. Vane was precise. He didn’t strike for noise. He struck for silence. And in her—somehow—he found both. She wasn’t supposed to be there. A job, clean. One body. One breath. A narrow hallway. A target. A life removed like a smudge from glass. But then— she turned the corner. Late, carrying a paper bag and a book with a broken spine. The light caught her face.

From behind his back, he pulled out a sharp utility knife he had prepared before coming home and decided to personally destroy Nova, the demon who had killed me. "You don't get to replace Tina after killing her. You're not worthy." Right after saying that, he lunged forward and ruthlessly slashed the knife across Nova's neck. "Crack!" The knife sliced through her throat, exposing a chaotic mess of multicolored wires. Electricity crackled loudly, and the sweet smile on her face froze. She tried to speak, but the sounds she could make were only distorted glitch noises. Moments later, her body collapsed heavily onto the floor, and the light in her eyes went dark. She never moved again.

She waited but no reply came from him, she sighed and looked at the window, “I’m pretty sure she was not married to all three of them, so why kill all three if she had hired you to kill one and also, why did you want to kill her at the end?” “Why were you out of the car?” he asked, his voice was soft as a whisper, nothing like a man that just killed three men. She still couldn’t understand it, how could he be a cold blooded killer but his voice was the softest of all she had ever heard? Like he was the gentlest man on earth and with the purest of hearts? But she still couldn’t deny, his voice might be soft and velvet but it still has something sinister about it, it sounds sexy and could make

Asia asked, the softness contradicting the brutality on the floor, "Why can't I kill them?"

So this must be something big. Slipping on my shoes, I grab my keys and wallet and step back out of the room. Sophia is sitting on the couch with her knees bent to her chest and another cup of coffee in her hands. “I have to go,” I tell her. She blows into her cup and gives me a sad smile. “I wish you could stay.” My whole body stiffens at her sad words. I can tell that she’s a little scared. I guess she’s still affected by what happened the night before. This is new territory for me, considering that I kill people for a living. I guess I’ve become desensitized to violence that it doesn’t bother me anymore. “You’ll be fine, Soph,” I say with an encouraging smile.

“You want to buy your wife a copy of Why It Is Prudent To Kill the Man That You Marry?” The killer’s eyebrows raised a fraction before he could control them. “Why, uh . . . yes. Yes, I do. That is precisely the book that I wish to purchase. For my wife.” “Kathleen” shrugged, and the killer sighed in relief. The woman burst into a long and tedious book report using words like “feminist ideals” and “male oppressive dogs” and by the time they were completely alone and it was time for her to die, the murderer was very, very ready to kill her.

Shadows coiled around my ribs, squeezing, trying to crush my lungs, my will, my stupid, defiant love. I screamed. The sound ripped out of me and up, threading itself into the pulsing light. But I didn’t let go. Of Lucian. Of Kade. Of the risk. “You wanted us afraid,” I gasped. “You wanted us to choose the smaller pain. The neat death. The tidy tragedy.” Her eyes were wild, white around the burning coal of her pupils. “You will kill them,” she spat. “You will *kill him*—both of them—*yourself.*”

Devil. When I had fled the club, I didn't go back home and had just stood at a corner outside the club. Cassius emerged moments later, cool and collected, entering his car and driving off as if nothing had happened. I quickly hailed a taxi and followed him, my heart racing. He stopped at a warehouse—was that where he killed people? Innocent people? Bastard. Did he derive joy from taking lives? It felt like a game to him. I, on the other hand, only killed bad people out of necessity, and I hated every moment of it.

Keira said softly. "I felt like I was awake the whole night as I faced the deaths…" "Hmm?" "The people that I killed. That also includes my little Benny. He's a pit bull, like those two." Johanna glanced at the puppies huddled together. "He's like four months old." Her lips suddenly wobbled as tears quickly rolled down her cheeks. "I killed him. I slit his throat…" Keira's heart felt like it shattered seeing how scared she was. Although she's a killing machine, she still has empathy. She was once a little innocent girl. Her innocence was taken to her forcefully.