Killing Them Softly Book Novels & Stories

“Alpha Kirk would have to mate with Violet to restore order.” Another warned that the pack would ask questions, so they agreed to hide certain details from the public report. They never mentioned justice. They never mentioned remorse. A healer hesitated before signing the death certificate. “She wasn’t supposed to die this soon,” he whispered when he thought no one heard. The Beta told him to stop overthinking it. “The Alpha can move forward without complications.” My life was reduced to a complication.

How did she- “I’m not. Call me softie once more and you’ll know I’m not” “Softie.” I looked at her with my angry eyes. Seriously? “Softie.” And so she said it one more time- Alright stop the damn tripping now! “I said Do Not Call Me A Softie.” I said it in the way my anger will be shown so obvious. “What will you do? Huh? What? Nothing right? Because you can’t and you don’t want to hurt anyone. Right?” Damn.What’s with this girl? I just looked away. Alright. Maybe you’re right. I have never killed anyone before. But I can beat people.

His fingers squeezed my arms as if he were urging my reaction. "What… happened?" I rasped. "You killed them, Nala," he said softly before glancing around. I followed his line of sight and saw burned, still-smoking bodies lying on the ground wherever I looked. Ash and I were the only ones alive. I gasped, and chills enveloped my body. "I did it?" I asked softly, although I already knew. "I killed all the wolves?" I felt as if my mind had turned into a pile of ice cubes. My throat dried, and my heart began to thunder.

I heard the brass key slip from Mom's hand and clatter loudly onto the floor. The medic slowly removed his stethoscope, his voice dropping to a low, heavy murmur. "I'm so sorry. The child has no vital signs." ---

I said, my voice steady but cold. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide with something between fear and fury. “You killed them.” I shrugged, stepping closer. “They were threats.” “Threats?” Her voice cracked, raw with disbelief. “They were women. Women who trusted you. Women who…” “Women who thought they could control me,” I interrupted, my tone sharpening. “They tried to use me, manipulate me. And when that failed, they turned on me. I did what I had to do.” 28

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

' Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, curiosity replacing amusement now. “No?” he repeated. “I’m not interested,” I replied. I didn’t wait for him to respond before turning to walk away, feeling their stares on my back and hearing their thoughts trail after me. 'Who is this woman?' 'We need to find out who she is.' Damien said nothing, but I could still feel his attention long after I had left. By the time I got back to my car, the divorce papers in my hand felt heavier than before. To divorce Phillip had been my initial plan and a simple way out, but that wouldn't be enough, because Phillip hadn't just betrayed me, he had killed me, and a divorce? That was just mercy and Phillip didn’t deserve

His eyes were bloodshot, tear tracks streaking his face as he lurched toward me. "Evelyn! Look what you've done!" With that furious shout, he slapped me hard across the face. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood. Gabriel's mother, Patricia Wilkinson, collapsed to the ground, sobbing hysterically. "Oh God, this is terrible! I told you not to mess with the gas lines during the renovation, but you wouldn't listen! Now look what happened! You've killed people!" Camera flashes exploded around me as reporters shoved microphones in my face.

Kathy yelled over the howls of her pack members. “I didn’t know the slut went out on assassin missions. What? You need this many people to kill one human?” Kathy paused, her words catching in her throat at my insult. “Be kind to me, okay?” I said, aiming my first bomb right at her. “I am a human after all.” As the bomb detonated, all hell broke loose.