Killing Them Softly Book Novels & Stories

Akala ko ay bumalik na sila sa loob ng Uni? I was quietly drinking here while Videlle and Natt were talking about something, I didn't know that because I didn't know anything about what they were talking about."It's hot, damn it," I whispered and looked at the emptiness."It's cold," said Videlle, I turned to him with a frown and looked at him from head to toe "The fuck, it's like you're killing me in your brain," "You want me to tell the truth?" I asked sarcastically and raised my eyebrows at him. He moved my face away with his right hand, I immediately removed his hand from my face because of the cold.

“Psychological studies mostly.” His smile fades slightly. “Fiction?” “Oh. Right.” I clear my throat. “Yes. Fiction too.” “Favourite novel?” Why was this suddenly feeling like an oral exam? I panic and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Gone Girl.” The interviewer goes silent and just stares at me. Then he finally says. “Interesting choice for a library focused on family and community engagement.” Right. What I mentioned was an erotic murder thriller. Terrible choice for the family and community.

This is because the book is also published on other platforms as a standalone, so those explanations help new readers follow along. Now, let’s dive into the story. I truly hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. **************** **************** (TITLE: TO LOVE AND TO KILL-THE TRUE ALPHA) POV: ELSIE: I pushed at him with everything I had…my stick crashing against his, teeth gritted, forehead furrowed, palms slick with sweat and determination. But Uncle Luo swung his stick against mine like he was playing with a kitten. An agitated pup. I hated it.

‎‎I watched him intently, trying to understand the meaning behind his action but it wasn't until he walked away that I carefully obliged, and not because I wanted to but because my legs were indeed starting to hurt and I, myself, hadn't noticed. ‎"Is this what you people do before you kill someone off? Gentle care before a quick execution? Die-with-the-feeling-that-you-were-cared-for-before-your-last-breath kind of thing?" ‎Those were the words that laced my lips instead of a thank you. My bones were tensed but I couldn't let down my guard around either of them. ‎Kael let out an amused chuckle but as Kiean stood to his feet, the laughter faded into a cough.

POV: Neoma Killing with a knife is messy. It’s warm. Wet. Intimate. You feel the muscle seize under your fingers. The frantic, staccato beat of a heart fighting to stay beating. You smell the copper and the bowels letting go. It stays with you. Sticky. Undeniable. Killing with the Void was horrifyingly clean. One second, the Rogue was a snarling, three-hundred-pound beast pinning me to the dirt. Hot breath. Spittle.

He was killed. "What?!" we both yelled. But before we could turn another page— THUD. The book slammed shut on its own. "HELL NO!" Micha shouted. "You've got to be kidding me!" I dragged a hand down my face, groaning. "Of course it closes now…" Then footsteps echoed. Zaki entered, blinking at our expressions. "Uh… why do you guys look like you want to kill someone?" Micha pointed at him dramatically. "Because you always walk in at the WRONG TIME!"

And another. The guards came. Weapons drawn. Determined. Or at least, trying to be. They surrounded him. Careful. Cautious. But it didn’t matter. Not anymore. He moved through them like they were nothing. Not struggling. Not hesitating. Just, ending them. One by one. The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed through the village. Lifeless. Final. I gasped softly. “Oh no…” My fingers tightened around the book, but I couldn’t stop reading. I couldn’t look away. Because something about it, it felt too real. Too close.

"You enjoy sneaking up on people." "You enjoy forbidden places." He looked at the open book. "Looking for someone?" "I'm looking for a name." I hesitated. "What name?" "...Vale." His fingers tightened around the spine of the book he was holding, and his jaw stiffened. Then… It was gone, as I'd imagined it. He closed the book quietly. "Some names..." His voice was calm again. "...are safer forgotten." "That's not an answer." "It's advice." He turned away.

The book had done very well. I had walked out of the dark of all of it. Eventually, I moved to a city by the sea. There was no Mason there. There was just my future, and it was bright.